The Scholars Reincarnation Novels & Stories

“You’re catching on. Yes, they get another chance. But they don’t remember their past lives. Each time is a new beginning.” Charlene’s mind raced. “So what about the Fates? What’s their deal?” “Ah, now you’re asking the real questions.” ReNew’s voice grew thoughtful. “There are two groups here—the ones who lead and the ones who guide souls on their journeys. The Fates are the workers, the ones who carry out destiny. Over time, their spirits pass on, recycled into new lives—either as another Fate or as a soul awaiting rebirth.” “And the others?”

Dorothy shot back, “Do you know about the cycle of rebirth and reincarnation?” Alex’s expression changed. He had inherited the Ultimate Book of Medicine and received a lot of knowledge on cultivation. This was especially true when he received the soul fragments of the monk, Revealer, where he also received a lot of information about Buddhism cultivation. Buddhism emphasized a lot on the cycle of reincarnation. There were also legends about how Buddhism also had a kind of holy artifact called Six Eternities which could control the true essence of reincarnation. Zendaya also mentioned the reincarnation pool many times in her dreams, saying that she had jumped from the pool in her previous life

We had both been born here, so unless either of us had fake memories or reincarnation was a thing, I couldn’t see how that was possible. Rem let out another hum of thought before he looked back down to me, his hand finding the back of my head and softly stroking it, almost affectionately. I hadn’t quite explained the story Elder Roz had told me, but Rem could get the basic idea from my thoughts. After a moment he said, “reincarnation doesn’t happen too often, and usually depends on the God or spirits involved, but it does and has happened before. Maybe that’s why this is all familiar, or maybe not. I know we’ll be fine, it’s just unsettling a little.”

The ghouls are still roaming around, trying to find a victim. They could not go outside to call for a doctor for the declaration of Delorah's death. The procedure will be done when the morning comes. On the other hand, Delorah's soul has already separated from her flesh. She can see her cold body, pale and her lips have already turned blue. Memories are flooding her mind as a soul. Ah...this is my nth time that I reincarnated. Why is it I always die? Her soul can remember her memories of her past rebirths. She's been from different worlds and times. She learned a lot of things but she always dies. It's like she's fated to die and live countless times. It is not in her memory why this is happ

"Their followers believed that by awakening him, they would ascend beyond mortality, beyond weakness." Jareth shifted uncomfortably. "But they were stopped. Weren’t they?" Elias hesitated. Kaelan felt his stomach turn. "Elias." The old scholar met his gaze, reluctant. "They were never truly destroyed. They disappeared, scattered. But their knowledge—" he gestured to the book "—never died." Silence hung thick in the air. "This isn’t just a forgotten story," Rhea murmured. "They're back." Kaelan nodded slowly. "And they’ve already started."

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."

“I’ve tainted her blood. There’s no coming back from this. She’ll die, Spencer. Slowly, painfully. And then, she’ll never return.” “You don’t know that!” Spencer snapped, his fear now visible in the tremor of his voice. “Guardians… they reincarnate. They always do.” Marcus sneered, waving his hand dismissively as he held me over the open portal. “I’ve contaminated her. She won’t be reborn. Not this time.”

“Tell me what you know about reincarnation marks.” Antonio shifted uncomfortably. “Luc, those are myths. Old wives’ tales told by witches and druids centuries ago. Marks that appear on the bodies of reborn souls… it’s dangerous magic, if real at all.” “It is real,” I growled. “I saw it with my own eyes. The crescent mark—exactly like Seraphina’s.” He fell silent, scratching his beard. “If… and I say if, this is truly Seraphina reborn, then the implications are… heavy.”

Chapter 20 Carlin’s P.O.V. I clutch Clarissa's hand tightly as we emerged from the forest, heading towards my pack's settlement. We had just communed with the moon goddess, who had revealed to us our past lives. We were also informed about the possible danger the consequences of reincarnation could bring. The healer who guided us during the process had informed us about the Hunter God, who we had also met during the communing. All these events left us worried and wondering what would happen next.

If I am a heroine, then I must be a very bad one. Also, there is another thing that ties the citizens of Alkhemi together. Reincarnation. With King Sin, death is evitable. So, I shouldn't be scared of death, right?