I Got Reincarnated As A Spider Novels & Stories

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 could smell it putrid, rotting, decayed caucuses. The tapping of feet continued before it stopped over head where I was currently trapped beneath I could hear the pincers moving as a dribbled of saliva hit me on the shoulder. The silk sack I was trapped in shifting as the spider pulled me out. It was something other than a spider. There was only one thing I knew that was this size. An arachne. It was a type of spider so ancient it was said to be a myth. Which is the only way my father had made me sleep at night after I read about them. They were as tall as some houses. Now I was just a mere snack, like all those before me spread out below.

I stabbed over my head, dragging the blade with me towards its rear with a spill of silk. Its belly exploded in scurrying baby spiders, each the size of a housecat. The newly birthed young devoured their mother from the inside out, her screams shrill and lengthy. I ran up onto her fallen corpse, the hard shell of her carapace shattering under my heels, and leapt free, seizing upon a strand of thread that was suspended from a tree. The baby spiders surged up the trunk and I tied the thread around my waist so that I dangled over the massacre, as they pursued me.

I could only remember Lucy and that witch of a beta killing me in the woods. The gory memory flashed in my head, causing a tear to trail down my cheek. Another followed its path. "I promise, I'll take care of you," he muttered. "I'm glad the moon goddess made you survive this one." His last sentence rang a bell in my head. I blinked rapidly, slowly piecing reality together. Wait, did this mean the moon goddess had given me a second chance in the body of another she-wolf? Was I reincarnated? "I believe we were," my wolf announced in my head.

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.

The forest replied with silence, yet the shadows seemed to pulse with intent. I took a deep breath. Every instinct, every memory, every ounce of will surged within me. I was not the same Silver who had been struck down in the forest. I was reborn. I was Iris. And I would reclaim everything. The moonlight caught the gleam of a pair of eyes in the darkness—a figure standing silently, watching, waiting. And I knew, with every fiber of my new body, that the hunt had begun… and this time, I would not run.

He murmurs. "Once you get reincarnated, it is normal to have a new body and look. Actually... I was kinda jealous as a man because you got cuter in your new look. Therefore, you can have all the chicks, you don't want to? In addition, you had an advantage because you got reincarnated as a ten years old boy." Zenobios explained. "W-Wait on a second, did I died?" Tristan asked while looking at the sky with his right eyebrow up.

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

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

I growled, biting the inside of my cheeks until I tasted metal. Spider nodded. I paused, a thought crossing my mind. "If you happen to meet him with Matilda, or trace him toward her house. Don't Intrude. Just report back to me." I said and Spider nodded, rushing right out of the room. I wasn't in my body anymore, I was watching a person I couldn't recognize. A laugh slipped off me. It wasn't human. It was hollow, wide. I could feel the beast in me waking up — clawing, rising. I could feel it unraveling, slowly slipping through the cracks.