Soul Recycling Novels & Stories

I ground my teeth together. “Just speak, Modred.” He sighed. “Legend believes that there is a way to bring a soul back when it has reincarnated into a different vessel…” He hesitated. “…and that is to manipulate it, my prince.” I frowned, tilting my head. “Manipulate it? What do you mean, Modred? Speak clearly.” He swallowed. “A soul reincarnates to have a different experience from the one it had in its previous life… especially during the end of that life.”

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

- Jacqueline Winspear Time has passed and no matter how long it takes, true love will find a way for us to meet again. Our souls have known each other from the beginning of life even though our appearance has changed. Even if we are in different places or times, we can recognized each other because we feel that the missing pieces is just right there and it hold by someone we've known before. Our heart will always recognize our soulmates.

But deep down, I always felt like I didn't deserve any of this. How could someone like me—cast aside, forced to wash dishes to survive, and nearly trafficked to bear children for strangers—ever be good enough for Miles, who was a promising young researcher? But the funny thing was, even though I no longer remembered him, I couldn't help but fall for him again the moment I set my eyes on him. However, I finally saw the truth once those memories returned. He was the reason why I was in such a state! And now, he hadn't brought me back to make amends. He had only brought me back because he needed a test subject for the artificial kidney project.

the oracle. I never would have imagined that our world could be so incredible. "Earthly souls originated on this planet and are closely connected to various energetic, magnetic, and gravitational currents of the Earth. After all, any soul, in itself, is a life-giving energy that initiates the processes of life in the body — it’s the fuel that moves the body on the most subtle levels. When a soul leaves the body, no matter how strong or healthy it is, you cannot bring it back to life. Without it, a human is just a collection of bones and flesh. When a person with an earthly soul dies, it rises above the Earth and hovers in the air for a while, without leaving the atmosphere. Then it descends

“Honored guests, this is some kind of mistake. Someone has ill intentions toward me. My eldest daughter is overseas right now. Nothing has happened to her!” However, he was very quickly proven wrong. The audio recording of Wendy’s misdeeds played out loudly for everyone to hear. “I want you to torment Willow half to death. Scare her to bits so she doesn’t dare return from Hurac. How dare she try to take what’s mine? Doesn’t she know what a piece of trash she is? She will end up just like her mom. In her despair, she will know that her only escape is death.” The whole place fell silent. Horace’s wine glass fell and shattered on the floor. Meanwhile, Wendy had fallen in a sprawl on the floor.

"It wouldn't change who she is fundamentally. Just give her back the capacity to feel, to connect, to be present." "You want to put someone else's soul in my daughter?" Eve's voice was rising. "A tiny piece. Think of it like a transplant. She'd still be herself, just with a borrowed fragment keeping her alive and aware." Vera touched Eve's arm. "It's not ideal. But it might be the only way." "Who would the donor be?" I asked. "That's complicated. The soul has to be compatible. Similar energy signature, similar essence. Usually a blood relative works best." Thomas looked between me and Eve. "One of you."

Amelia gazed at the Reincarnation Token before her, her fingertips trembling slightly as she slowly reached out her hand. The moment her soul's fingertips touched the Reincarnation Token, a gentle spiritual energy surged into her soul essence, merging seamlessly with her own aura, without the slightest rejection. She held the Reincarnation Token firmly in her palm. Its cool touch calmed her chaotic mind, and her once dim eyes instantly became clear and sharp. The spiritual light around her grew steady and resolute again, with no trace of her earlier panic.

What a disgusting disgrace of a human being! Holly Mary, mother of our Savior! Can we borrow your son to come die for this soul again? This one needs special deliverance and saving for God’s sake! What kind of human being is this? Is he perhaps suffering from a certain disease that he is trying to transmit to the whole world through sex or something? How can there be a disgusting, shameless jerk like him in the human realm? I feel Robby slowly take the phone from my hands, and I don’t object. I actually think I have had enough of that pathetic soul. He is nothing but a sick, rotten Dickwhore! A total shame to be associated with.

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."