HE WAS ONCE A MORTAL MAGE WHO ATTAINED GODHOOD IN MAGIC AND WAS NAMED AS A COSMIC SINGULARITY. NOW HE GOT REINCARNATED AS A SIDE CHARECTER IN A MEDIVEL FANTASY NOVEL.
Edith opened his eyes to view an unfamiliar yet oddly familiar celling. His body hurts and head feels heavy. He looked around a modest room with a study table in one corner, a huge brown curtain, which made it impossible to determine the time, a small cupboard with an attached mirror and the small bed he was sleeping.
"Where am I?"
A surge of memories flashed through his eyes. Memories of the previous owner of his current body. He ran towards the mirror, his heart racing with anxiety.
"I, the most powerful magus, the first mortal who ascended to godhood, who broke the laws of heaven, who's titled as the singularity of all creation, gets reincarnated and I still look like FUCKING GIRL!, STILL THE SAME NAME, EDITH. REALLY?"
He examined himself in the mirror, long black hair with a few dreadlocks. Jet-black eyes shining like a diamond, his soft-fragile beauty.
"WHY, THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?"
"OI, why are you shouting so early in the morning?" asked a quavering voice. A tiny figure floated beside Edith's head. A woman with white hair and red eyes, dressed in black, rubbing her eyes.
"Eh?, did you turn over a new leaf and went modest or did we go bankrupt in one night? No, you are not the type to change for the better, it must be the latter."
"No!, why would you even think that?"
"Then what's up with this storeroom?"
"We died, and got reincarnated?"
Ivy looked at him for a few moments, trying to comprehend what he said. She was a being made completely out of magic. Her body alone could provide mana to an entire continent for at least a million years. Thanks to Edith's looks and high mana power, oddly drew her to him.
"Pftt... still an adorable, lovely, androgynous boy I see"
"Shut up, loli grandma"
"Heh, who you calling grandma, you pervert magnet, who almost lost his virginity to a bunch of drunk old perverts."
"Thud!"
"OW!, my head, that fucking hurts, you ass"
"Never bring that up, ever again"
"Yeah, yeah, where on earth are we, anyway?"
"Well, you remember the novel we read few days back, right?"
"Which one, you read at least 500 last week itself"
"Tch, the one where the MC, is loved by his father and mother, while his half-brother got left behind by his mother, who is the first child of the highly advanced empire, Bara, filled with jealousy he tries to kill the MC but got found out and later gets himself killed at the hands of the MC."
"AH, let me guess, you became the second brother"
"Yup"
"Man, your life is a mess, so what now then"
"Obviously, escape from this rat hole first"
"Did falling into the life and death river while being chased by the goddess of death mess your brain or something?"
"why?"
"With that weak body of yours, the moment you step out, someone would sell you to a brothel, or maybe worse."
"Right, old perverts are everywhere. I guess I should start with mana reconstruction."
Mana reconstruction was a spell created by Edith, whose primary function was to strengthen one's bones, muscles, and cleanse the marrow by absorbing mana around him. This was one of the reason he got the nickname Singular God of Magic. His ability to create any spells which can violate the laws of nature and use any spells made even the gods wary of him.
Two minutes pass had passed since he started absorbing the energy.
"HAHA!, this body is a mana body!"
"Mana body?"
"Yeah, everybody is born with a fixed capacitance for mana. An average person has up-to 100L, while a prodigy's reaches up to 10,000 or more. It might vary from species to species, but everyone has a limit, a fixed limit, a wall that must never be crossed if you don't one to die in the most gruesome way possible, except for a person with mana body, they don't have a limit, the hero who saved the continent in our previous world or an apostle send by the gods, they all had mana body. A body with a limitless potential and unpredictable faith. Even I can't tell my future.
"And... this is good, right"
"Good? I can use my full power within a week? Using this body, our tale is going to be scarier than the previous one. Isn't that exhilarating?"
"Can't we just live a slice of life?"
"HA!, slice of life for the one who made three cosmic law breaking spells. Did you lose your mind while reincarnating?"
For the first time in his life, Edith was sensing a new emotion, excitement.
In her previous life she was a spoiled noble child who caused the death of her entire family. Now in the 21st century she a military general who is doing her best to to wash her sins away. During a mission she dies and returns to her previous life. With her vast military and medical knowledge combined with her utility subspace she will try her best to make amends and use this second chance given by god to the fullest.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.