Reborn Into A Slash Game Novels & Stories

"You've been given another shot at life. However, for your revenge to be more purposeful, the body you are currently in, isn't yours. You've possessed the body of a very weak Luna who was killed by her enemy in the pack. While you are having your revenge, you must focus on not getting killed the second time." Then it faded... ..... "Are you awake now?" A voice tugged at my consciousness. I opened my eyes, my gaze landing on a masked figure.. Looking closely, I gasped. "Alpha Kaden?" I questioned with an iota of doubt. "Did falling from the stairs induce amnesia?" He asked with a chuckle. I shuddered. What was this? I had been reborn. However, not as Reene but Alpha's Kaden mate? The weak Lun

SLAASSSHHHH The slash was aimed directly at the followers who had retreated, but they did not know that the undead would pursue them this far and use such a terrifying technique. Even they themselves were shocked to see such a powerful and unavoidable technique. With such a powerful slash, they were finally destroyed into blood with no flesh left, not even a single bone visible from their bodies at that place. Mu Biyu and Jiang Ming'er swallowed hard at the sight of the followers' deaths. They had never imagined that the corpse could be this strong. If anyone could stop it, it would probably only be the elders out there. "Die! You damn dogs, you killed my family and tortured me here. Die...

I wondered if the humans there would remember my face; it would be a consolation if they didn't, especially because of my online humiliation. “I...I can't go back there. Can't I just pretend to be sick or something?” I asked, but Carly shook her head. “How can you be sick? Even I don't even remember falling ill since my childhood.” She replied. “But what if they recognize me? I was only able to pull through after Ethan, thanks to Swayer. What am I going to do now?” I asked, my eyes filling up as memories of Swayer resurfaced. I thought I would have overcome the pain of losing her by now, but it still hurts like hell. I guess I haven't had a reason to remember all this time, but now that we'r

She promptly gestured toward a live broadcast screen in the room, showcasing the second semi-final match. ### *SLASH!* [Angus' Damage Absorption Threshold: 74% >> 53%] Angus' body was brutally slashed by a wind sword, its silver aura surrounded by a dark green hue and transitioning to white at the tip. "What an unbelievable sight! Angus's hit points have been reduced by nearly half due to Gabrielle's one-sided slashes, and he hasn't been able to retaliate!"

This place… This was the banquet. The mandatory gathering, that all Alphas were required to attend once in a year. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my ears ringing as memories surged forward, aligning themselves with horrifying clarity. If I was calculating it correctly, this was five years before the day I was betrayed. My breathing slowed as the realization settled, heavy and undeniable. I had been reborn. I forced my hands to remain still at my sides, even as my pulse raced. The moon goddess… She really answered me.

The people I saved were now the ones holding the scythe. For exactly 1.8 seconds, the Queen of Rebirth simply vaporized. The ice around my soul didn't just crack; it shattered into a freezing slurry of betrayal. I saw Marek’s hand fisting a high-frequency blade, his muscles twitching under the Apostles’ override. He was in pain. I could feel it through the link—the sensation of a soul being rewritten like a corrupted file. I birthed a King to give them freedom, and they’re using that freedom to build a ladder to his throat.

Her final words. "I was reborn to destroy him. But I was truly reborn when I chose to love you. To save her. To build this. That's the real rebirth. From darkness to light. From revenge to peace. From broken to whole. That's the story. That's always been the story. Love wins. Always." Love wins. Always. That was the truth. That was the lesson. That was everything. Not revenge. Not destruction. Not even survival. Love. Love for Marcus. Love for me. Love for Lily. Love for Aria. Love for the hundred thousand survivors. Love for everyone who needed proof that healing was possible.

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

Thalyx said as he laughed. "I can't go back to the Beast Nation, and I can't go back to you. It's utterly pointless. Let's elope to the ends of the earth and go to a place where no one can find us. Or how about you die with me? Maybe we can be reborn again after we die. Maybe we can love each other again in our next life." He leaned his head into the crook of my neck, and his icy body made me shudder. Just as his sharp blade was about to touch my chest, I abruptly pushed him away, pulled out the sharp dagger from my sleeve, and stabbed Thalyx in the neck. Blood splattered all over my face, and Thalyx's expression visibly twisted.

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.