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Records of Rebirth

Aurelia Ross was a normal girl who had it all planned. Stay out of trouble, take care of your siblings, get into College. Nothing too out of the ordinary. However, due to forces outside of her control she has been reborn. The gods deemed her fate short and unfulfilled, so they placed her into a new world, granting her a second chance at life. Born on the planet of Aeon, in a vast underground world teeming with creatures. She will build a new life, and rewrite past wrongs so she can finally be happy. There's only one small problem. She's no longer human and everything in her new environment is either trying to eat her or feed her to their children. But its not all bad. She has the unique skill [Devour] that let's her gain the abilities of anything she kills. In a new world with its own set of rules, will this be enough to triumph, or will she need more wit than magic? Can Aurelia get strong enough to survive or will she get devoured before she gets to enjoy her new life? -------- This story will contain multiple POV's further down the line. But for now it mostly focuses on Aurelia, her nestlings and their adventures. Don't go in expecting romance, you will be disappointed. -------- Genres: Fantasy, Reincarnation, Adventure, Action, Monsters, God's, Goddesses, Evil Religions, Manipulative Characters, Cunning Protagonist, Mystery. -------- Cover Editor: @KCChakry [A big bully]

EternalNightLotus · Fantasy
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330 Chs

A Beautiful Lie

It was better if she didn't return to the cave after what she had done. She was strong enough to survive on her own anyway – was Morgana's first thought as she blinked the haziness away from her eyes.

But not even a moment later, she shook her head.

Why should she be the one to leave, when she clearly had the upper hand?

How glorious the blood looked against Typhon's dusky scales, his vibrant eyes dull, as he lay dying from a savage wound. She could still taste a hint of crimson on her tongue and the euphoric feeling of Ophelia completely crumbling at the sight of his lifeless body.

Knowing she had killed him, sent a rush of blood through her veins, and Ophelia's helpless reaction was so delicious, Morgana didn't want it to end.

Her fellow nestlings were no different from prey in her eyes, and she knew exactly what to bite to get the right reaction.

For Ophelia it was Typhon, and for Typhon it was a cross between Ophelia and 'her'.