The Supreme Reincarnated Novels & Stories

I poured us each a drink and joined her. “Have you ever heard of reincarnation, and a goddess called Bastet?” It had quickly become clear that grandma was in the same state of shock that I had been in before. She frowned, but didn’t say a word. “According to Bastet, she reincarnated me. I died in the battle between our pack and Daniel’s, and she brought me back to change future.” I emptied my glass and sat back, taking a deep breath. It took some time to explain what we all had been through, and grandma asked the odd question, but she didn’t look shocked.

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”

The goddess of life again glanced at the dosty where she could see two figures fighting. Sia also followed her eyes and looked at her teacher. He was looking tired and was getting injured. She could not let him die. He was the only person who treated her like she should be treated. The only person who cared about her. Good people should not die. "But remember, you will never be reincarnated because..." "Someone who is killed by a god can never be reincarnated." Sia completed her sentence. But what will she get after getting reincarnated again.

Liam was hesitant, our eyes met and slowly, he also bowed. “Your speech.” The elder who had crowned me said. At that moment, my whole life flashed before my eyes, how it all started. The horrible things I passed through as a lowlife in Liam’s awful hands, my death, my reincarnation, and my ascension to the highest level of power.

Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves. "I can tell ya been worried baby." Harriet spoke softly to Phuture, she continued. "The key is confidence... .be confident in your strength, brains, finesse, and elegance. You're a natural rather inside your true vessel, reincarnated, or transmigrated. You are a piece of God... allow me to show you how."

I exhaled and kept mute for two seconds before it finally occurred to me. “Of course, he mentioned some crazy ritual to be carried out by the pack, he said it’s the ritual of acceptance,” “Fuck!” She exclaimed. “What? What does that mean?” “Ashley, that’s a big problem and I was thinking they’ve ruled it off. Normally they carry out this ritual three days after someone who’s dead comes back to life. It’s a ritual carried out to reveal the secret things and spirits linked to the person,” “What the hell,” I responded, my hands half way between my stomach and neck.

shouted Nia and Noa at the same time who interrupted the goddess. "Listen first! Because there is an error with my reincarnation cycle, so be patient. I will give you immortality and for your men I cannot know when and where he was reincarnated," he answered as he walked closer to Nia and Noa. "Damn it!" Nia wanted to punch him, but her body stopped and froze. "For everyone I'm really sorry, I'll make sure the four of you can meet again." The goddess of light stroked Nia's cheek.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

she asked eagerly. "No, he isn't. And that is never possible." Grandpa Winks shut the doors to her speculative mind with his reply. He went on to say, "The Supreme Being, or the one referred to by all who have any knowledge of this character, as the Supreme, isn't really fixed to a race. Once every million years, a child is born with talent and latent power that put him/her at the top of the universal food chain. We don't know how this happens, but every time the universe was in dire need of saving, a Supreme was born. They are seen as the universe's own means of fighting back. The birth of a Supreme is both good and bad. For eternals, our talent depends on the Supremes. When a Supreme is bo

Countless people watching the battle, each gazing at them, even their screams, became trembling. They did not hear Haunt Uncle shouting and shouting, but even among them, in fact, there was no one who doubted Tadhg Walter's identity. This type of peerless demon, often said, the most reasonable explanation is a top-level powerhouse, a person with full wisdom, reincarnated and reincarnated. Only in this way, not only is the person carrying the unsurpassed lineage, but more importantly, the restoration of the path can be completely free of any obstacles and entanglements.