Reborn Into A Slash Game Novels & Stories

“Checkmate.” The light engulfed the room bright, soundless, and infinite. It tore through the machines, through the codes, through the decades of horror that Victoria had created. For a heartbeat, I felt everything:Liam’s voice calling my name, my father’s love, the pain, the freedom, and then nothing at all. Darkness swallowed me. But somewhere in that silence, I felt a pulse again. Not my own this time. A new one. Slow, faint, alive. And I knew this wasn’t death. It was a rebirth.

We are born anew. I slammed onto the ground, breath ragged, fingernails lengthening into claws as fur began to ripple across my skin like silver fire. My legs convulsed, then snapped backward with a sickening crunch as they bent into a new shape—canine, powerful. Pain. Lightning. Rebirth. The burning in my chest rose to my throat, and with it, a growl tore free. Deep. Savage. Mine. My eyes blurred. My fingers dissolved. My scream became a howl again.

I was going to make him suffer so that death would be an easier option out, but even then, he wouldn't reach the alluring hands of the angel of death. Reapers are born of rebirth. They become something completely worse when they come back to life, left without humanity and the intense desire to hunt and survive. But I wasn't stupid. Over the years, I'd taken my time to study how they worked and guess what, I figured it all out. Your humanity leaves you when you die and you come back as a completely different person. What if I took the part of me that is Shannon? The good parts and leave it in my talisman, so it'll come back to me every time I use magic. Brilliant idea, right? Let’s see if it

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

It had no face, no voice, but its presence was like a whisper in my soul: "Reborn, but not destroyed." And before I could understand the real meaning, the floor beneath my feet broke, like glass from an old dream, and I didn't scream, just accepted the fact as Naomi and I embraced and accepted our future, because in the end, we would no longer be us, but the new creature.

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

Maybe that's the key to everything. I closed my eyes and thought back to that day. That moment. The hunting sounds of their footsteps as they ran after us. The smell of burning flesh as they set us on fire. The screams of Lumina. FLASHBACK “Please,” I whispered hoarsely into the smoke as life slowly left my body. “Moon Goddess… whoever’s listening… give me another chance. Please… let me live differently. Let me protect her… let me have my revenge!” “Let me fight back… just once,” I muttered as the last strand of life left my body.