I Got A Second Chance And I Slay Novels & Stories

like a slick Nobunaga they're here for money and kills but I'm here for the latter I'm just here to have fun you can call me double dagger compared to my skills you all are quite shallow cause within my presence is where death hallows I'm bout to beat a kid and torture him till he's gallowed and all I've got to do is chase the white shadow ***** I know that I fucked up but that's not the problem these guys are too slow I can easily get away from them I know on it's weighing on you readers like how did this start so let me explain to you how I got on this path at first I was born later there was a storm of people trying to kill me all as if they had sworn they chased me day and night under th

she began, her voice laced with a chilling certainty. I couldn't let her finish, couldn't let her words poison the air any further. My hand, fueled by a surge of adrenaline and protective instinct, shot out, connecting with her cheek in a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the small space, a stark and violent punctuation to the escalating tension.

My tone was dry and all I wanted right now was water or at least something to quench the thirst. A face appeared above mine. "Emery," he said my name like he was trying to get my full attention. "This is your choice." His eyes which were gold, glittered at me like stars from a night sky. "To have a second shot at life only in a different point of view." I didn't need to be asked twice. In a stable but weak voice I replied, "Yes."

She paused before she continued, "think of this as your second chance." She was right, it was a second chance for me to either make things right, have my revenge, or live my life the way I want it. The question is, which am I to pick?

If it's possible, I would ask for another chance at life, another chance to right the wrong, another chance to pay my enemies, another chance to avenge what has been done to me, I want another chance to live again, I want to live again. "Grant me one more chance to live again moon goddess," These were my last words before resigning to death.

Fear gnawed at my heart, as his words replayed in my head. I was going to die... I was going to die... But then, steadying my breath, I whispered with the venom I didn't know I could spout. "If given another chance at life, I'll destroy you all. The ones who made me cry and the ones who made me die. Hell shall hold no candle to your lives. Hades shall be your companion, as long as I live." As the last words left my throat, I felt my body turn light. I felt my consciousness ebbing away, and I let myself go. But not before I heard the sudden claps of thunder that resounded around the whole pack.

Maybe after you're dead" We fought for what felt like hours, slashing kicking and punching but I never made a move. I just dodged, tiring her out. "Are you weak now?" She asked "No," I replied "but you are" I came forward with all my strength as I rammed into her claws forward and then with a quick move, pulled out her heart. She was dead. I wasn't. I won. She didn't. It was all over. Or maybe it wasn't. 🥀

🔥 Aurelia gasped— Her soul yanked from death— Light swallowing darkness— ** She was reborn. Her second chance had begun.

Try me with your best weapon, Break me with your strongest blow, Stab me with your sharpest knife, Make me bleed till you heart enraptures. Keep repeating till you leave nothing of me Till I am brought down to ashes. But when you stop, When your hands worn out, When your happiness reaches the seventh cloud. Then will I play my Ace. Then will be my time to rise. To rise from my own ashes. Then will be my time to bring you as down as high you went.

Or some creepy rebirth ritual by a bored cosmic god who decided to play with my life when I made that prayer while falling. Is this my second chance? Did something…or someone…pull my soul from my dying body and shove it in this one? My breathing turned harsh. If this is a second chance at life…fine. Good. Bonus life unlocked. But I swear…I’m not letting anyone treat me like dirt again. No more begging to be loved. No more trusting the wrong people. No more being weak. This time…I will protect myself. This time…people will bleed before I do. But first, I need to survive long enough to understand this world.