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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
Not enough ratings
330 Chs

Evil Angel II

Morgana arrived first at the swamp. Landing softly on a moss covered branch, her body felt light as air, up until she took a look at her surroundings.

All around, the silent trees were twisted and dark, their knotted stems covered with moss, with stringy vines crisscrossing between them. Some were as thin as hair and others were thick enough to connect one tree to the next, creating a confusing web that made it difficult to tell where the swamp ended or began.

Morgana sighed.

She scanned through the foggy air, eager to make sure she was the only monster present, but she soon realised the entire swamp had an unusual air.

When she looked up, the branches were covered with crisscrossing vines so thick, she could barely make out the tops of the trees beyond them. And although nothing moved, its vines pulsated ever so slightly beneath the moss, with a reddish hue that reminded her of a freshly beating heart.

But how could a swamp bleed?