Novel & Cerita Romance Novels About Reincarnation

“That would explain why some of the elders’ stories mention a healer-mate who only appears ‘once in an age.’ We all thought it was a myth.” Ryder didn’t speak right away. His eyes were on me, steady and careful. “What about the bond?” he asked quietly. “Any notes on how it affects a mate pair?” Samantha flipped back and forth through a few pages, then opened a shorter scroll. “There are mentions of ‘past ties returning,’” she said. “It hints at bonds that begin before birth—and return when the long count resets.” Mike rubbed his jaw. “Reincarnation,” he said, almost under his breath. “The wolves return… the bond returns with them.”

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

Resting in Alexander's arms, I asked him a question of my own. "Then how do you know me so well? Why do you always appear the second I need you?" He told me a long story. He told me he once had a dream—a dream in which I married Asher in our past life and lived a miserable, unhappy marriage. So when he woke, he no longer wanted to hide what he felt. All he wanted was to hold me close and protect me. I looked at Alexander's cautious expression and didn't expose him. The truth was, from the first moment I saw him, I already knew—Alexander had been reborn too.

She asked again. Mason scrunched his nose and then scratched the tip before he said, “You talked about reincarnation like…” “What could I possibly know? It’s just a… a thesis!” “You’re a very confused human.” She grabbed her glass of juice, sipped it, and then breathed out, “It is just a thesis, Mason.” I refuse to believe. You said you have come to realize that reincarnation is real. Which means that you know someone or witnessed someone coming back to life.”

[Dante] Dante rushed into the mansion, trying his best to steel his heart. He couldn’t smell blood except for the dead rotten blood of the undeads. Savina’s blood was too familiar to him. She had died three times in front of him. He didn’t want to anticipate her death again, although he knew that people reincarnated. In some ways, this life was also Savina’s reincarnation. She didn’t remember her third life in the book.

I shuddered at the word reincarnation. “You…You can reincarnate people?” “Once or twice. And the range depends on my Mana.” I suddenly saw Ricky’s hand sneaking onto Noel’s shoulders, his glancing eyes glinted with a feeling of concern. “But are you sure you want to reincarnate Because you’ll leave everything behind, you know?” He motioned to my living space and my things—my manga and novel, my favorite w******l; everything. I started to ponder. If I were to reincarnate now, I won’t be able to see the ending for the novel “The Evil Villainness is My Lover”, but I’m already at the climax, and I don’t think I’ll stumble upon this opportunity anywhere else anymore.

Jessica had a big smile, and she was really pretty. Lina tilted her head and snorted, clasping her hands to her chest and leaning against her seat, like Dyan. "I thought you didn not know I was young. But usually Dyan will give the number of roses according to the age of the person he gives the flowers to." She is betting that Dyan will still keep the habits of her previous life after reincarnation, and that the number of flowers she sends will always be the number of her current age. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little sentimental, she wondered if Dyan from the previous world would send her flowers after she died...

The shadow became something similar to a puddle of black water and swallowed my whole hand. It didn´t feel bad or scared. In fact, it felt like the most natural thing to do. "I can use magic...... Real magic..." That´s it. I know where I am and who I am. "To think I would become the right hand of the monster that will put the world in danger... How bad can my luck be?" I´ll probably never know how, but I reincarnated into the character of my favorite romance fantasy novel. What´s more. I´m the most loyal servant of the villainess.

I looked up into my father’s teary face as I took Johan’s hand in mine and drew a circled triquetra on the floor with our commingled blood. “I call upon the power within and around me. Bind our two souls into one. When and where one is reborn, so too shall the other. This is my dying wish. Bonded in blood, we will always find each other in every incarnation.” I vowed, pressing our bloody hands to the floor.

Room was never that big and the portraits like that had never been made or seen in the pack house before . The cabinet and the glass container which shattered were part of the illusion too to make me fear. I went through many other books in the search of the other half of the piece of paper that was in my hand .None of them was missing any piece. The books were old but not that old like the piece of paper in my hand .It was yellow in color and it was almost falling off .I wanted to know from where that piece came inside that book. There were few other books about witches, most of them were about their history and nothing else. Getting bored of this search I was into the other half of the lib