The Day I Got Reincarnated As A Slime Novels & Stories

“It’s kind of hard to explain but it felt like I was on the edge of the world where all you could hear was the sound of waves breaking against the shore. It’s got such a cleansing and purifying sound. I just love that sound. “I imagined this giant Magic Slate that erased all the troubles and mistakes of the world, over and over. All your bad experiences, bad memories, bad dreams wiped away just like that. But, like I said, it was like a womb because even though it felt like the edge of everything, it was also a place where things came full circle. Kind of like a place where people go to die and be born again. Like…” “Reincarnation?” Ecto offered. “Exactly. I had the calmest, most secure feel

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.

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

I thought I'd woke from a fever dream. I was back in my room alone, with the sun just creeping past the sill. I nearly danced out of bed, praising the morning for saving me. “What the hell kind of dream was that?” I shuddered. One in which I'd been the reincarnation of Eve, marched like a happy idiot into Hell, and, oh yeah, hooked up with the Reaper. “What the...?” A white scar shone on my breast, under the dark lace of my nightgown. I fell to my knees and gagged.

He looked up with his moist eyes and see if he could manage somehow to reach the top, but found out that if he tried to climb and accidentally slip when he was almost at the top, it will surely lead to his death. In the end, is he going to die here? He looks at his claws which are filled with dirt and remembered again that he is a cat now. Supposed he is really here, becoming a cat, is his former self dead? Suddenly all those depressing thoughts came rushing to his mind one after another making him cry and his already moist eyes water again. He was so depressed that even if his ears twitch catching a sound of rushing didn't seem enough to make him come out of his depressing thoughts.

The inexplicable coincidence was freaking her out. Suddenly, she remembered the first morning after her stay at the Mullen residence. On that morning, she heard a chilling laughter. "You will see a beautiful garden, a moon with a chilly curve, and... the frightening silhouette of a woman... hahaha... that woman is you, and that will be your final resting place. Hahaha..."

“For his case, he must make his daughter forget about him like he never existed to save her” “How!? Chelsea must not die!” “Bad news is, it doesn’t apply to you. Your case was different. You reincarnated on the same year, the same day you died which is very strange. I never encountered cases like yours before but I have read it from our book, that kind of case” “What is it? Tell me! Tell me please!”

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Years later, at a class reunion, someone mentioned that Amber was released, only to be stabbed to death by the two victims she'd tricked. Hearing she was gone lifted a weight from my chest. The snake that haunted me was finally dead, and I could breathe easily at last.