Was I Reincarnated Novels & Stories

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.

[ORIGINAL LIFE RESTORATION] Alina stopped breathing. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The system continued. [EARTH RETURN ELIGIBILITY] Her heart slammed against her chest. For a second she thought she had read it incorrectly. She stepped closer. Then read it again. And again. The words stayed exactly the same. Earth. Return. The system wasn't talking about money. Or cars. Or upgrades. It was talking about home. Her real home. The world she died in. The world she had spent so long trying not to think about.

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

"The curse won't let me. Not anymore... I might fall into a coma again, but I won't die." "Or maybe it will kill you so that you can be reincarnated so that it can start all over again." Gáta retorted. "Look., As I said, I don't need to talk in riddles with you. I haven't been able to identify whether you’ve been reincarnated several times or whether you are a supernatural creature."

All that was left was for the truth to be unveiled. I closed my eyes before opening them again as I held onto his hands, “Alex, this is my third life. I was reincarnated. I was murdered two times, and hopefully, it will not happen in this timeline.” What I said caused Alex’s eyes to widen in surprise, yet he remained silent, his confusion evident. Seeing the uncertainty on his face, I knew I had to continue. I began to recount the story of how I ended up by his side, the journey that led us to this moment.

What if he wasn’t like Mercy? One night in a drunken stupor, I took too many pills and didn’t wake up. Little did I know at that time, fairies never fully just die. They come back, they live on. But their forms do change. Due to my efforts I supposed, I was reincarnated, this time as an angel. But it wouldn’t be until my clock ran out that I knew what I was, or understood it. My body was weak, a basic human so I didn’t think I had any special powers.

I was the karmic reincarnation of Neriah. I was Neriah reborn; I wasn't just some girl with pheromones, I was cursed, the pheromones, at least mine were a curse. A punishment for Neriah's wrongdoings many lives ago, and if I didn't stop the cycle from repeating itself, everyone would die.

I gaze my whole body at the royal human mirror and spin my body around. What the fuck! What is this cloth? It looks like from ancient time in China! I don't remember wearing this before I d-die.... What the hell... Did I died but got reincarnated right away, but where.... Oh my! Is it in the novel of One thousand Years or Beautiful maniquin or Mi amoré.... I know, okay... I like that way... No twist, no killing... Just intimate moments and Funny moments.... As I continue spinning my body around but still complaining in my mind as what novel did I reincarnated with... A woman figure dash in my room, holding a tray full of medicine....

Timothy. He was still getting used to the body that he reincarnated in. A known as a serial killer. A hired assassin centuries ago. He was getting used to the body as it slowly turned into his original face. That’s how reincarnation in their family works. Slowly, the body will adapt to the soul and whatever the Soul looks like, will adapt by the body. The scar on his face was permanent and a lot of women were disgusted by it.

As far as he might be concerned, he actually felt like he was that humble urbanite skilled worker past his forties who's caught up with dealing with his little studio. That game changing evening, he just got together with his previous companions for certain beverages. How and for what reason did he awaken in Norton Lorist's body the following day? The humble studio proprietor was stunned and hysterical. Luckily, the body unto which his spirit had resurrected had been seriously harmed and couldn't move in bed for two entire months, giving him sufficient opportunity to reorient himself and acclimatize the recollections of the body's proprietor. What's more, given the first proprietor's contemp