So I Reincarnated As A Spider Novels & Stories

It felt like he was speaking a language I didn't understand. "She is the reincarnation of Leia," Azrael roared, his voice shaking the very ground beneath us. "She is the Moon Goddess herself!" My eyes flew wide open. For a second, the world seemed to stop spinning. I didn't know whether to laugh in his face or scream at the absurdity of it all. Me? The reincarnation of a goddess? It was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. I was Jinx, a lone wolf who had been followed by nothing but misfortune and bad luck since the day I was born.

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.

Not while revenge still waited for us tonight. My fingers slowly slid through his hair before I hugged him back gently, caressing his back in slow comforting strokes. "That's what I want too," I whispered honestly. Lucretius stilled slightly against me. "I want our pup back someday," I admitted softly. "And..." A faint breath escaped me. "I want to understand my ability properly too." The words felt strange to say aloud. Even now, it still felt unreal that I was apparently the Goddess of Reincarnation. But if I truly possessed that ability, then I wanted to learn it.

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.

"Chase, this is your last chance to insult me. Once I make my comeback, I'll never let you stand anywhere near me again." In my previous life, I helped Evonne stage such a glorious comeback, yet she still found me disgusting and thought I was an insult to her. It was not just being anywhere near her, she didn't even give me a chance to exist. This time, without me, I would wait and see how she would ever rise again.

I shook my clothes with effort, but softly; trying to get whatever was crawling inside my clothes to come off without raising an alarm. And then it came off. But it landed on my arm. And when I saw the brown hairs standing on end; with four eyes looking up at me, eight legs spread out on my hand, and its body that was the size of mother's comb. I screamed again. Foolishly. But I felt only half guilty. Because it was a Spider. It was a Tarantula. I screamed louder. And shoved it away, sending it flying into the darkness, then shot my hands to my mouth again. Now cursing myself. For screaming. Twice.

Mizu smiled. "What?" "I've seen about it in e-books." Mizu said, looking at us. "You only look in e-books?" I asked, with an expression of disbelief. "And you want to try that? Right now? You are full of shit." "Guys, look at the floor." Mizu pointed at the floor, and the three of us went up to the stage. When I disguised myself as a human, I never saw things like this. That's right, because there the spider begins to transform into a double. They run faster than they should.

They were thrilled when the greater haunts paused because of me, seizing the chance my sacrifice gave them to flee without a backward glance. My awareness, my every sensation, did not fade until I was picked clean. I felt it all, every moment of being devoured. I saw with my own eyes my transformation from a person to mere fragments. However, who could have guessed that I, who had been tortured to death in the apocalypse, would find myself reborn a month before it all began? Staring at my whole, unharmed reflection, it all felt like a distant dream. I had to pinch myself, hard, before I could believe it: I was actually reborn!

And so I stayed. Maybe it was the mate bond. Maybe guilt. But my soul refused to leave him. I thought that was it—forever stuck in limbo. Watching. Waiting. Then came the Blood Moon. Its crimson light wrapped around me like silk, igniting something ancient. Something sacred. My soul began to stitch itself back together. And then—I opened my eyes. My hands weren’t ghostly. My skin touched the sheets. I scrambled for my phone. The date. I had been reborn.

I shook in utmost fear. She resumed laughing, and I dared to open my eyes a teeny bit. “I honestly can’t believe this. You, Alpha Tyler Jefferson, who has slain thousands of people and are a widely known tyrant, no offence, is scared of a spider… a dead one at that,” she said. I opened my eyes completely and tried to look at the spider, but couldn’t and almost threw up. “Get it away from me, come on,” I pleaded. “What would you do for me in return?” she asked.