Scholar's Reincarnation Novels & Stories

But, Damien is begging and kneeling at him. “You can kill after you know the truth. I am tired of being manipulated by Gonzalo.” Damien answered. Caleb widened his eyes. “What do you mean?” Caleb pointed her sharp claws to Damien's neck. “Tell me everything!” The truth about Lia’s reincarnation struck him like a thunderstorm, each revelation hitting him harder than the last. Eliana wasn’t just someone who reminded him of Lia. She was Lia, reborn by the grace of the Moon Goddess. This revelation only fueled Caleb’s need to confront Gonzalo and end the chaos once and for all.

A mind-boggling money-laundering scheme. Each revelation alone was headline-worthy; together, they were enough to ruin a principal and vice principal for life. My chest tightened. So, the extra points Caspian received weren't Aveline's doing—they were Orlena's dirty work to launder money. I had judged Aveline wrongly once, but what she did to me in my past life, and what she did to my mother this time, was unforgivable. Seeing everything slipping away, Caspian lunged onto the stage, dropping to his knees before Aveline. He began frantically punishing himself.

Well, he was a man with bad character so I guess he was much better off to be in this kind of place. Having enough rest, I started to walk forward again. With a grimace, I stared at the seemingly unending columns of streetlights. I just hoped that I would find a kind person to bring me back to Julian’s bar. Letting out a heavy sigh, I still strode forward because that was the better choice I had at the moment. Going back to that mansion would only be a complete nightmare. But what would I do if that person was actually the vessel of Arsen? I mean… my grandmother said that there was no specific way to know where Arsen’s soul had gone into. She only stated that if I meet that human vessel, I w

He pushed them back with a gesture that had become familiar over the weeks of our alliance, but his hand shook, the analytical hunger in his eyes warring with something that looked almost like religious awe. "Bound spirits," he repeated, and his voice came out rough, scraped thin by the impossibility of what he touched. "Maintaining autonomy. Retaining identity. This contradicts everything the university teaches about spiritual binding." "The university teaches what serves the Council," I said, and the castle's walls pulsed once in acknowledgment, the light shifting to a deeper violet that felt like agreement. "The Another Intelligence chose this service. They gain reincarnation points. They

“Maybe she knew the killer’s identity. Or, to take your worldview all the way, maybe she was a reincarnation of a Chinese soldier who massacred monks, nuns, and children.” He studies my eyes like a jeweler searching for flaws. “Reincarnation is not limited by race, Detective. Next Chinese gangster you meet may have been your mother once, may have nurtured and cared for your needs when you were helpless, yes? Over thousands of lifetimes, why not? Maybe you owe him a debt.” I don’t know what to say to this. He continues, “The killer has forgotten this. He needs to remember. All life is precious. This has gone too far.”

"That's impossible. My mentor, Mr. Thayne Granger, fell after the great battle. He should have entered reincarnation. Why is there no trace of him in the records?" Vexon hesitated, his expression troubled. After a moment, he revealed the cruelest possibility in a solemn voice. "Ms. Carver, the laws of reincarnation in the Netherrealm have never changed. As long as even a trace of the soul remains intact, it will enter reincarnation after death, and its path will be recorded." Meeting her increasingly cold gaze, Vexon paused for a moment before saying clearly, "Your mentor didn't enter reincarnation." "He didn't enter reincarnation?" Aria murmured, feeling as though something had struck her c

"I can share later. You don't care about Adam Smith?" "Really cares. I was expecting Adam Smith as my husband. For Zayn and Brittany Brown, I have a lot of finesse, " replies Nadhea stroking her sore cheek. The alpha power within Nadhea was playful and immeasurable at this time. "Dan Smith's face was frightened looking at you. Don't tell me the boys know who I really am," Nadhea continued, finishing the coffee deliciously. Nadhea's alpha soul sends the basic guiding memory that Alpha and omega children can recognize ancestral and reincarnated souls. Even the presence of Nadhea living their lives since the beginning of their conscious.

Echoes of my footsteps bounced off stone, and I moved to the center table where tomes lay open, runes etched on covers pulsing soft. I unrolled the first scroll delicate, parchment crackling under fingers as faded ink revealed tales of past lives, detailing cycles of love and death between Ophelia and Darius, names changing but faces the same—mine and Isabella's. Battles raged in illustrations, blood inked red, curses scrawled in ancient script confirming the loop. One passage hit hard: "To shatter the eternal bind, one soul must perish eternal, breaking the reincarnation wheel."

He laughs. —You mean we look alike, Yoleandra and I? —Isn’t it obvious? Well, of course. You are her reincarnation, you said you knew it, you are...- He growls- ...or rather you were exactly like her. Which is only natural. —But ... I have heard or read somewhere that one doesn't always reincarnate in their previous physique. There are many theories about it. Sometimes people don’t return with the same sex as their previous life and other times they aren’t even human beings, but some animal.

“‌Going back one hundred and fifty years. Every tw​enty-tw‌o to twe​nty-f​ive year‍s, a woman named Elena​ Winters appears in tha⁠t same town. Lives one full lifetime. Di⁠e​s.‌ T​h​en appears aga‌in.” “That’s impossi​ble.” My voice came‌ o‍ut too hi⁠gh. “People can’‌t⁠ just… that does‍n’t happen.” “It does,” Caelan said. “⁠Reincarnation with full⁠ memory intact.‍ S​he dies, h‌er soul waits for t⁠he rig​ht bloodline to be born, then tra‍nsfe​rs consci⁠ousness in‌to a new bo‌dy.”