The Cycle Of Life Novels & Stories

Death replied. Cece said nothing, though she felt a bit better at that point. She was still growing and shrinking, a sort of back and forth thing that left her with goosebumps. Briefly, she wondered if she would see something in this other side of life. Death gave her hand a gentle squeeze, trying to comfort her, but continued on to walking. Again, Cece could feel her body moving and shifting, and she felt old pains and new pains as they continued on the path. Death hummed, and whenever Cece tried to ask him a question, his hums got louder.

(DOLLS) “DEATH, rebirth, and reincarnation. Just how long is this cycle will go on?” Asking the question that everyone knew the answer towards. With the different thoughts, but still in sync in some other ways and point in time. Yet still rings the truth that it is incomplete for what they are all thinking about.

“Your memories will come to you. They always do.” “Faes become humans?” I asked. “The cycle of life is an odd mistress,” Belle said thoughtfully. “If you can die, if you can be born, then you are part of the cycle of life. This means all life.” “So a bug can be reborn as someone or something else?” I asked with genuine interest. “It’s possible,” she replied with amusement. “What about vampires?” I asked. “Can vampires die? Can vampires be born?” she said, more than asked. I placed my hand over my abdomen and nodded. “Well, then, you have your answer.”

“We had a large herd once, but times have turned hard.” “I thought the Masters took care of you,” I said. “Don’t they provide you with all the goats you can eat?” She shot me a nasty look. “Of course they do. They are benevolence incarnate. But times of hardship are a test of our faith. You have to be willing to suffer, to surrender yourself to their will. So begins the Cycle of Replenishment.” “This Cycle of Replenishment,” I said, “does it involve you starving to death, coming back to life and then starving again, over and over?”

And once more. And once more. And once more. "No," she said as she staggered back. "I'm not like that. That's—those are distinct individuals. Various lives— "Your lives are in them." The pictures flickered as the Architect moved forward. "You've experienced this cycle more times than you can even fathom. You select one of them each time. You betray the other each time. And you lose yourself every time. "I would never—"

“So it’s either take on the weight of existence or lose everything we fought for. Some choice.” “It is not about choosing between two extremes,” the woman corrected gently. “It is about finding balance. About carrying the light and the shadow, the joy and the sorrow, the beginning and the end all at once.” Aelira closed her eyes, her moonlight flaring faintly as she wove through the woman’s words. “This isn’t about breaking the cycle,” she murmured. “It’s about understanding it. Accepting it.” The woman nodded approvingly. “Precisely. The cycle cannot be broken, it is the foundation of existence itself. But it can be shaped. Molded. Directed. And that is where your power lies.”

"Your marks. They're not just a gift. They're a curse, the key to breaking the cycle or destroying it forever." Liora's heart pounded. "What cycle?" “The cycle of fate,” the girl whispered, moving closer. “It’s an endless loop where trust leads to betrayal, and love turns to pain. Your choices decide what happens next.” Kael stepped closer to Liora. “Why should we believe you?” Her smile faded. “Because I am your warning.” Before anyone could respond, the ground shook hard. A terrible howl filled the air, making them shiver. The purple light grew darker.

[Remi's POV] Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate.

The tree monster knew that if it wanted to turn over a new leaf, it had to focus on its practice and find a way to enter the cycle of reincarnation so that it could live a better life in its next lifetime. The cycle of reincarnation was not something that would only occur after death. As long as its practice reached a certain level, it could choose another path of life again. It wanted to become a human being, not a tree monster cooped up in this place.

Ben let out a sigh and caressed my shoulders. “Let’s have a seat, shall we?” he was calm. I wiped my tears and threw his hands away from my shoulders as we sat. “Look, Keatton,” he paused. “Life has its own journey. And life has its own ending. It is a cycle of life that is inevitable. People come and go. Every hour, second, or minute in a day, there will be a person who’ll live and die,” he emphasized. “And do you think that other people’s life is in your hand, Ben?”