Reborn Into A Slash Game Novels & Stories

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

​The transition into the Dark Fantasy Rebirth wasn’t a clean cut; it was a jagged, visceral overhaul. The obsidian tower didn’t just stand—it inhaled the light of the shattered moon, pulsing like a black heart at the center of the world. Nora felt the weight of the "Public Domain" settling over her shoulders like a suit of leaden mail. Her scrubs had hardened into a flexible, midnight-weave leather, and the wooden flute in her hand had lengthened, its grain flowing with a liquid, crimson light.

My mate, Alpha Larry, marked my best friend, Chloe, betrayed me, and killed me and our unborn pup with a silver dagger. Reborn on the day I was meant to choose my mate, I chose Larry's younger brother, Derek—an outcast in a wheelchair, with a wolf they said was broken. The first thing I did after my rebirth was march into the Blackwood Alpha's office and declare my choice. With the decision made, I walked out of his office. But the moment I stepped out the door, my path was blocked.

“Do you see, Luka? Even the fire couldn’t take me. I was chosen in the flames.” He pressed the paste against her shoulder. She hissed, but her hand shot out and seized his wrist with surprising strength. Her nails dug into his skin. “Don’t look at me as if I’m broken,” she whispered. “I am not broken. I am… reborn.” Luka’s eyes flicked to hers, unreadable. Then, after a long moment, he nodded once. “Then let us make use of that rebirth.” He tied the bandage tight, his motions brisk, practiced. “The city thinks you’re ash. Whispers of your survival spread already. That fear is worth more than a thousand blades.”

I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive. How I wished I hadn't given up so much for him. “Piiiiiiiiii...!” I suddenly heard the sound of an approaching car. Slowly, I turned to my left, but it was too late because the next second, I was lying in a pool of my own blood, alone on the deserted road. Finally... I'm going to die and leave this wicked world behind. Am I seeing double? Why am I seeing the stars and the moon when it's raining?

It felt… too loud. Too bright. Too alive. I glanced back once over my shoulder. The twisted tree seemed smaller from here. The dolls are smudging in the roots. But I still heard her voice in my head, wrapping around my bones like a promise. *Reborn little lamb…* She’d called me into the game. Fully. “There’s no hiding anymore,” I thought, heart pounding as we moved through the forest’s more honest noise. “She knows I’m reborn. And she’s not just after Lucian now. She’s after us both.”

My voice shook again. “God, Slash, I tried. I tried with everything in me. I told myself it was wrong. That she was my daughter. That whatever I felt years ago needed to die. But the moment she looked at me… it was like she knew my heart. Like she understood me in a way no one else ever has. And being around her brought back everything I thought I’d killed off long ago. She made parts of me come alive that I thought were gone. Slash dragged his hand through his hair, staring at me like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming.

When she looked up she saw that Dylan had put her head on the tip of a spear in the middle of the battlefield, it was a very gruesome sight to the eye. But the war was far from over. Lucian unleashed the power he got from ritual, with the help of chaos he was able to fly in the air, his swords in his hands, he bends and wield his sword, but this time it was not the blue light color force that usually shows when he made a slash of force, this time it was dark and he made six slashes after another, it went directly and hit lord Magnus in his chest, for the first time Lucian's hit affected him greatly and he stumbled and fell to the ground, the realm rumbled the more.

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…