Thất Nghiệp Chuyển Sinh Light นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He sighed. “The text said that Darkness and Light stopped reincarnating, forsaking the pack. That’s not the truth. Darkness told me that they can only be reincarnated if the host accepts them. So when generations ago the hosts started to reject them, for reasons he didn’t disclose, they couldn’t come back. And it takes them a full century to rebuild the energy needed to return again.” Crista chimed in. “There was also a prophecy that my Nonna Katrina wrote in the book. She wanted me to find it because the prophecy is about me.” Papa sighed.

“My father is not concerned with decades old pacts. Have you not seen the news lately or paid attention? He has moved on to bigger things. These souls are hardly a loss, he really wanted the light worker but that was only possible if he were bound by blood, which he isn't.” Thunder crashed outside, lightning and rain whipped the building. Finneas raised his hand, and a second oval of light opened in the floor just large enough to engulf the other three. They screamed, hurling curses as they fell into the eternal pits below. Then the light closed and left no trace it had ever been there. Jake walked over to the place it had been and poked the floor with his toe. “Thank God, I wasn’t sure how

"What? I don't think I heard your last sentence correctly." Jay crossed his arms. "You heard it correctly. The probability of a white witch born naturally is close to none. The gene was too recessive and prone to natural death before the child could mature. To continue the Path of Light, a higher celestial being associated with the white witch would deliver an empty vessel to the current white witch. They would perform a link with the new vessel, and the Path of Light would breathe in a new life into the vessel at the cost of the ritual conductor's life. It's a sacrifice to continue the Path of Light."

Scumbag! Seeing my expression darken at the mention of a child, Max quickly sat beside me on the bed, holding my arm. "Honey, I read in a book that children who are lost unexpectedly become angels watching over us, waiting for the chance to be our baby again. I believe our lost baby is watching over us from heaven, waiting to be reunited with us." I scoffed and looked into his eyes. "Really?" "I believe in reincarnation," Max said, his eyes filled with fake tears. "Don't you?"

The guardian, a celestial guide through the labyrinth of possibilities, urged me to discern the echoes within the astral dialogues. The astral dialogues, a dance of cosmic revelations, became a tapestry of intertwined destinies. I pressed further, seeking clarity amidst the celestial whispers. "The astral symphony holds the key to the nexus of uncertain futures," the guardian revealed, their voice a harmonious blend with the celestial cadence. Choices unfurled like cosmic petals, each one carrying the potential for cosmic rebirth or dissolution.

I lift her to hold her while Damen and Sam sit back down on the sofa. Wanting to hold her more and truly never let her go, I take her seemingly exhausted body fully into my arms and sit between Damen and Sam. “What happened,” Sam asks Trinity. “I saw glimpses of death and destruction in her mind. It was incredibly painful. Then, there was a bright light and after a void.” Trinity says while rubbing his goatee. “Bridges are rare, to begin with. During the reincarnation process for many souls, they have the choice of which soul path they want to try to succeed on.

He had intentionally forced me into a corner where I would never succeed in life. "So what?" I sneered. I shot him one last disgruntled look before I turned on my heel and left. I resigned from my part-time job and found another job involving more manual labor. The pay wasn't as good, but it was enough to keep me afloat. After all, my goal was to lessen the financial pressure on my family. I let out a sigh of relief once Joseph vanished from my life. Just seeing him had always reminded me of how pathetic I'd been in my past life.

Thirty thousand tiny renditions of my name, woven into the future we’d dreamed of watching sunsets in Valmont. Now, the love that had once burned so fiercely had been shelved away, and the promises he’d made lay broken. I lifted the canvas from the wrecked frame. Then, methodically, I tore it—48 times—until nothing remained but confetti-sized fragments. And one by one, I let them fall into the trash.

Only then did the company choose not to take him to court. He and the pregnant Irina had to rent a new place to stay. After getting fired from the company, he had difficulty finding a new job. I'd asked Emma to help me inform all of the relevant companies in the city about his prior misdeeds. Left without a source of income, he had no choice but to borrow money to pay for his expenses. Slowly, his debts piled up, and he was still not bringing in any money. I wondered how long Irina and Edgar could stay together under such conditions.

The man smiled slightly, his voice low and resonant as he spoke, "Mr. Leslie, I am a messenger from the afterlife, sent here to offer you a chance." "A messenger from the afterlife?" Noah furrowed his brow, confusion and suspicion rising within him. "What chance are you talking about?" The messenger from the afterlife nodded, his gaze steady as he continued to explain, "Every life is shaped by countless choices and coincidences. When life comes to an end, some are granted the opportunity to be reborn, to fulfill unaccomplished desires or to experience a different path. And you, Mr. Leslie, are fortunate enough to be one of them."