The Cycle Of Life Novels & Stories

Alex asked, “Why did you say so?” Dave said, “Above the Immortalization stage, the Immortal Wheel of Life would be formed inside one’s body. This is the combination of the spiritual root and the laws. The Immortal Wheel of Life is the foundation of all the Immortals. Its existence requires the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, fairy energy, and the nourishment of the power of laws all the time. Now that the laws are incomplete, it has become a luxury to nourish the Wheel of Life.

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

Why would an innocent child grow up to a monster? The cycle of life begins when a man, and a woman unite. A new life will be formed inside the woman's womb. For nine months, that life will grow an will come out to the world as a beautiful child. With a whole life ahead, promises of tomorrow, thousands of opportunities, but how does all that disappear in the shadow of darkness.

Alexander almost muttered sorry to her, his eyes softening but Darren broke the ice. "How are you feeling?" He asked looking at the girl. The girl smiled as she breathed a deep sigh. "I c-can b-breath properly." She croaked out feeling extremely light. Cherishing the feel of normal breathing. Alizey stared at the window beside feeling like a millennia has passed. The warm breeze swept across the room making a warm feeling envelop her. She can live again. She can breath again. Yet after all this she felt like a new life has been awarded to her. Like that to the branches of the spring trees, where the leaves born again after facing the harsh nature.

But then it grew, as if that one little ant called for others and they gathered into so many that it was no longer possible to ignore the takeover. The ashes gathered around a single spot, pilling up to envelop that precious spark, the last thing clinging to life among the vast ruination of the area. The cocoon allowed the spark to grow, to reignite the ashes and develop steadily. Much like the beginning of life, a unit is all it takes. From a zygote, to a blastocyte, to an embryo and more, growing gradually until it is ready to be born. And born he was, or rather reborn.

Quickly, she scrambled up the pile of rubble blocking her path. Just as she reached the top, her human nose picked up the scent of her Alpha and mate, Jason. Even though he had rejected her as soon as the mate bond surfaced on her 18th birthday, his unique smell of peppermint tea and cedarwood still made her blood sing and pulse race.

"I'm pregnant." Those words had thrown him for a loop, one he was still trying to recover from. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he ever would. His idea of what his purpose in life was, was so ingrained in his head—don't bring another person into the circle of bullshit that surrounded him and his family. Break the cycle. Those were the words he'd repeated his whole life. Break the fucking cycle. Sacrifice his chance at having offspring for the greater good. It would be worth it in the end because no one would have to live through a childhood like he and Deacon had.

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

I said to her. “I’m afraid that is bad news.” She said to me and I exchanged a look with Gavrael. “What do you mean?” He asked her with a frown. “It means the cycle has begun.” She was speaking like a seer again, saying things in a way that only she knew what she meant. “I don’t understand, what cycle?” I asked. “The cycle that determines if we all live or if we perish.”

The belief which is as much a household stuff for us as our crockeries and toiletries are: As a person sheds worn-out garments and wears new ones, likewise, at the time of death, the soul casts off its worn-out body and enters a new one. As Ma's body burns for the next two hours, her greater existence, the one that is beyond being a human, a woman, a mother, a wife, a teacher, a journalist, an ailing patient, gradually unites with the universe, in the form of ashes, before it is ready to take on another new, invigorating journey back in the Earth. The crematorium transforms every he, she, you and I into a mere it, but then this it is so unfathomably big. Infinite. Ma will reincarnate, once a