Was I Reincarnated Novels & Stories

"Look, I might resemble or remind you of your wife, but I'm not a ghost. I'm Brene- just a girl." "Ye are far more." He reaches out and clasps my hand, bringing it up to his lips. "Ye are a fierce warrior. Protector of yer loved ones and friends. I see yer spirit, Brene, and it is the same as when we first met and wed. Ye've a power in ye that ye don't yet realize. I see yer mind and yer heart. Ye are the same in this life and time as ye were ages past." "I-I can't be." No matter how much I want to believe him. "There's no such thing as reincarnation. And even if there was, I'm not the same. My experiences and environment have helped shape me into who I am right here, right now."

Fortunately, the wound had disappeared. "Grandpa, what just happened?" Arya Santanu turned to the old man. "Most likely you are the incarnation of the prince Nuswapala who died in the cave. Incarnation is different from reincarnation. Incarnation is the complete process of rebirth. This is where the soul from the past comes back to life in a new body, in a new opportunity and can decide which body it wants to be in. If my guess is correct, then the prophecy that has been predicted for a hundred years will come true." The old man was worried. "What do you mean, what prophecy, and who am I?" Arya Santanu was confused.

After completing the deal, she exchanged contact details with the old man and promised to come back when she has more stock. What she didn’t realize was the fact that the old man looked sullen when she left. The old man was reminded of that poor girl called M who died in prison a year ago. Despite her dangerous job, she was really a nice child that just needed some attention and love. The mannerism of the young girl reminded him a lot of her; they behaved in a same way that he almost got fooled. There wasn’t such nonsense as reincarnation or rebirth in this world. As a scientist and doctor, he believed in facts and not myths. He shook his head and returned his attention to the herbs he had j

Why was he shocked? “Murder you?” he finally spoke out then I realized I haven’t told him about me yet. “Haaaa… yes. I have murdered a year ago,” I let out and he sprang up. “Don’t be scared, let me finish,” I said and he slowly sat back down. “It’s complicated. But I didn’t die. I reincarnated in another body, the body you are staring at now,” I let out and Maximo shifted away from me. I could still see fear in his eyes as he stared at me in disbelief. I went on to explain to him how the reincarnation came about.

Perhaps those memories, skills, and instincts were buried deep within this body, waiting for the right moment to surface. Alia furrowed her brow, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. She had assumed that reincarnation merely meant swapping one body for another, that this vessel would influence her only in terms of physical attributes like strength or appearance. But now, it seemed this body’s memories were subtly seeping into her consciousness, granting her abilities she had never possessed.

Besides, nothing happened. “Are you happy, at least? I mean, really?” She tilted her head to one side and I smiled, nodding profusely. “I’ve never been this happy. It really feels like a dream. As though I’m going to pinch myself and wake up to find that none of it is true.” I felt sadness as I remembered the day I was reincarnated. This life sure as hell differed a lot from that life, but even though I knew what was going to happen, and did my best to try and stop it, some of it still happened.

“This world, chaotic as it is, needs someone with your resolve. Stay. Take the mantle I offer, and you will have everything you need to reshape your destiny.” Her response was a single, unyielding nod. She had no intention of returning to the world above—not yet. Not until she was ready to face the demons that had driven her here. But deep within her, a fire smoldered, waiting to blaze anew. --- One night, the compound’s surveillance team intercepted footage of the infamous Natalie appearing at a gala, arm-in-arm with the billionaire she had once trusted. The sight filled her with a quiet rage, her jaw tightening as she clenched her fists. Memories of betrayal flooded her mind, mingling with

She sat for another minute in his office while the fire burned low and the baby moved and outside the snow came down quiet on North Ridge. She thought about her first life. About the version of herself who had never known any of this was possible. Who had been so thoroughly told, for so long, that she was ordinary — nothing special, nothing remarkable, perfectly fine — that she had believed it the way you believed things that were repeated to you often enough. She thought: I wish I could tell her. The version of me in that cell. I wish I could say: hold on. Just hold on a little longer. There is a version of this that is worth coming back for.

I followed her into despair, jumping to end it all. When my soul hovered above my lifeless body, I saw someone I never expected. It was Andrew. He came running toward my corpse, tears streaming down his face, begging the doctors to save me. But my head was nearly shattered, so how could they possibly bring me back? My soul screamed madly at him, wanting him to stay away from my body as the very sight of him disgusted me. If I could, I would have slapped him silly. But I was powerless. What I didn't expect, however, was to be reborn.

Prologue I saw you clear as sky, but why am I asking why? Have we met before? It feels like we’ve known each other for so long. Who are you? I really want to know you. “Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.” - Jacqueline Winspear