I Reincarnated As A Sword Novels & Stories

How will I survive? I was shocked for a moment, then realized Evonne had been reincarnated too. Oh, that was fantastic. I thought ending our grudge this way was me going too easy on her. But since her past life was miserable and there was no room for her to make a comeback in this life, I decided to just let her continue to live the rest of her days in pain and struggle. "You deserve this, Evonne." I hung up the call and immediately tossed my phone away. Just hearing her voice made me feel utterly disgusted.

A Guardian had died and now, Andra and I have the reincarnated Guardian spirit. My life is about to change forever, but I'm not sure it's for the better.

Who I was meant to be and what I could do. I was the reincarnation of Inanna. The mortal goddess. The queen of shifters. The chosen one. The one who was Lycan and Dire, born with the blood of gods running through my veins. I bare my teeth and charge the god of hell once more. This time I felt resolved knowing I could beat him. That I could kill this beast of the undead and send him back to his realm.

By month twelve, I was devastating. “You could stay,” Silas said on the last day, his eyes drinking in my transformation. “Forget about them. Build a new life here with me.” I looked at my reflection—no longer Clara Wren, the fat, rejected failure. Now I was Liora Rivers, a goddess among mortals. My Hazel eyes sparkled with power, my body was perfection itself, and my smile could bring men to their knees. “No,” I said, turning away from the mirror. “I didn’t sacrifice my life to hide in the woods. I did it to make them remember what they threw away.”

“You’ll say just anything to defend yourself, won’t you?!” “It must hurt because I’m right, Thiton. This is the spirit world. If you die here, then you get to reincarnate like me. You remember when you told me this? Now, irs your turn,” she grinned, throwing her sword. She met his saber with her hands, letting them cut through halfway. She wrapped her legs around his waist and secured that position with a barrier. “Do you know the one weapon that can weaken a god?” She smirked as he struggled to get out of that position. Her barriers prevented his shadows from reaching them.

That's when I realized, Rurac wasn't speaking and his eyes glowed purple. I angrily shut my eyes and let out a primal roar which caused my amulet to glow bright and the shadow hands holding me down dissipated into nothingness. A blazing crimson-colored sword appeared on my hand and it looked majestic. It had a huge red diamond on the hilt that looked like my Amulet and the blade looked so sharp it could cut through anything in a second. But how? How am I supposed to be in possession of this sword and probably fight with it when I know nothing about sword fighting? "Alyssa." I heard Athena's voice in my head as she spoke and suddenly felt the world time stop. I looked around and the scene loo

Her bony face looked extra pale from fear, the scar on her forehead even more appalling. Gilbert stared sullenly at her, gritting his teeth with hatred. "You think I won't recognize you after you change your name, your voice, and even your appearance? Heck! Let me tell you, even if you turn into ashes, I can still find you." His eyes were filled with hatred, just as they were five years ago. The ruthlessness in his voice was such that he could not wait to cut her into pieces. 'Is he really that disgusted with me, so much so that he won't allow me to live in this world for a second? What exactly have I done wrong? I have absolutely done nothing wrong.

A Guardian had died and now, Andra and I have the reincarnated Guardian spirit. My life is about to change forever, but I'm not sure it's for the better.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

No number of sob stories or backstories was going to change my mind. My goal right now was to get my mother to trust me and believe that I was truly her daughter even though I had reincarnated into another person and then free her from that filthy dungeon. After that, our vengeance would have no limits or mercy. I always wanted to be more meaningful to my pack; I wanted to contribute. But I couldn’t, at least not in the sick body that I was burdened with. But now that I had reincarnated into a strong and healthy body, there was no holding me back.