I Was Reincarnated As A Slime Novels & Stories

My whole body was covered with slime earlier. W-wait… do I see it right? I was even more surprised to see my chest and… the genitals of my body. I have no veil now so I can clearly see the changes that took place in my physical being. I looked at my hands and then lowered my gaze to that part again. I blinked a few times because I couldn’t believe it. It’s no longer a clam, a flower or whatever they called it on Earth but it was already a one long and hard brown hotdog. Hotdog? What the fudge! I was comparing a hard d*ck to a hotdog. And… oh… that devil was throbbing! What was this feeling? It felt like I am in a cloud nine.

Victoria stated flatly, her melodious voice ringing with pure triumph. Marcus’s smile faltered, his cold blue eyes widening slightly. "What are you talking about?" "Do you really think I left my father's true core drive in an unsecured storage vault?" Victoria asked, her lips curving into a cold, beautiful smile. "I moved the original server to the Vance Enterprise command vault two weeks ago. What you are holding in your hand is a high-grade security trap." Before Marcus could react, the glowing glass drive in his hands let out a sharp, high-pitched chime. A sudden surge of static electricity burst from the casing, frying the internal glass and sending a strong shock through Marcus’s arm.

His eyes have long closed down, his body turning cold as his warm blood soaked into my clothes and painted by skin. 'He's dead, Kathrine. Stop it.' My wolf purred in pain, dragging me out of a madness' spell. The pain of our mate dying weighed on my chest. But more than that I was delighted because like Israel Babbiani there was no greedy mate alive to take advantage of my helplessness. No asshole could threaten me now. I was free and reincarnated as a person I had always wanted to be— confident and brave. I was the writer of my own fate now. So would Beverly be.

One moment it stood still. The next it was sprinting. Straight toward them. The speed was ridiculous. The ground shattered beneath its feet. Alina barely had time to react. Aria moved first. A golden symbol appeared around her hand. Then she punched the creature. The impact sounded like thunder. The thing exploded instantly. Its body scattered into silver dust. For a second Alina felt relieved. Then the dust began moving. Reforming. Rebuilding. Recreating the creature. "Oh come on." Aria sighed.

With Derek’s condition, there was no way he could have another child. On the day I was reborn, an administrator in the underworld had whispered to me—if I hadn’t agreed to be born into the Lewis family, their bloodline would have ended. But I knew this wasn’t the time to drop the act. Since Claire wanted to play her part, I’d stay on stage with her. When I came of age, I’d deliver her a “gift” she wouldn’t forget.

The memory left a sour, bitter taste in my mouth, even as I sat by the pool with a half-finished drink sweating against my palm. I set the glass down and stood up. I needed to move. Sitting idle and still made me think and thinking too much created space for overthinking. The tiles were warm under my feet as I walked along the edge of the pool area. Laughter echoed somewhere behind me. Water splashed here and there and the air was filled with the smell of chlorine and sunscreen. I passed a glass panel near one of the pillars and caught my reflection... Sapphire's reflection, not mine. Almost instantly, my mind was pulled back to that dream I had a few days ago. It was a constant reminder tha

"So the slaves are having a revolt, tell me this isn't a civil war!" The men glanced at each other. "Well?" Phuture asked. "You fighting for slavery or not?!" The man answered. "This is The Civil War." Phuture rolled her eyes, she said. "Damn it... this is some bullshit!" My family... gone... and I'm stuck in some civil war alone with none of my family members. Reincarnated as a slave. What the hell is my purpose here? "How did you kill Celie?" Phuture asked. "What did you do to her?"

“How do you know this? How do you know?” My voice shakes but doesn’t break. “Because I was her. I am Aradia. I died, and came back—reborn as Thalia. Silverpine found me. I found a place to belong, finally. But your grief—this storm you’re pouring over the world—it’s killing everything. Do you even know what you’re doing?”

I demanded, my voice shaking. Lucien was the one who answered. He reached out and touched my face with cold fingers, his expression painfully tender. "You died as Selene. Betrayed and murdered by your mates. But souls like yours don't stay dead. A thousand years later, you were reborn. Different body, different name, but the same magic. The same soul. And in that life, you were mine." The room spun. "That's not possible. I don't remember any life except this one and fragments of Selene's."

A feeble grin strained his lips and hot, brimming tears pricked at my eyes. “Dad,” I gasped, my grip around his hand tightening almost as if I could force all of my strength into him. “You’re awake. You’re here.” My voice trembled, reflecting an awkward half-relief and the absurd, crushing gravity of everything I’d labored to alter in this reincarnated life. I’d lost him — and Mom — three days after my eighteenth birthday in my previous life. But here he was, alive, breathing, because I’d reincarnated back from death to rewrite my destiny.