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Nirvana's Favorite

Nirvana - a paradise for the souls who had died doing good deeds. Elijah had lived a normal life. Though not perfect, he was actually looking forward to at least step into Nirvana. However, that wasn't the case. Numbered among Nirvana's chosen favorites, he was sent back to his Universe with a new identity. Finding himself stuck in a 17 year old boy's body, and occassionally evolving into a fire breathing dragon, Elijah thought things couldn't get worse. But he was wrong. Along with his new life, he met the same girl who made him believe in love-at-first-sight. After years of yearning to get this chance, he was finally living the dream. The catch? He was just seventeen and a nobody. Called to fight against the monsters that were slowly killing the inhabitants of his Universe, Elijah was faced with a dilemma: will he fight to live or will he live to fight? -- "Yes I died. And yes I had wished to have another shot at life. But no, I never wished to be 'the hero' or somewhere in that line. And you know what? We're just getting to the most exciting part." -EXO -- Disclaimer: Kudos to the artist who came up with the cover. Grabbed it from Pinterest.

ParadoxDreamer · Fantasía
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Are you ready?

When I died, I had this strong desire to be reborn again. I have yet to do the things I had wanted to do. 

I didn't anticipate having this second chance to live. But I'm walking and breathing in someone else's body. 

I'm living again, but I'm living as someone else. 

When the door to Ysabel's room opened, I killed any expectation in my head. Fifi, Sab, and even Toko and Arrow beat me to enter the room.

There was no trace of Winter, and only an unconscious Ysabel lay on the bed. 

No one dared to say anything, and I didn't have the energy to look or talk with anyone. The unspoken truth of what must have happened left me daze. I felt my feet moving of their own accord.

I ran outside the room and found myself staring at the starless sky. I wanted to scream.

I wanted to be mad.

But to whom?