Novel Web Fantasy & Cerita Independent Superpower Action

What would you do with three months of foreknowledge before the end of the world? Nerida Quinn spent two years surviving a collapsed civilization, only to die betrayed and torn apart by mutated monsters in the desert. When she opens her eyes again, it’s three months before the apocalypse begins, and everything she lost is alive again: her home, her family, and the woman who destroyed her. Nerida isn’t interested in a quiet second chance. She’s interested in winning. Using knowledge of exactly what’s coming and a mysterious spiritual space capable of storing entire warehouses of supplies while stretching time to her advantage, Nerida sells everything she owns and begins hoarding on a scale no one around her can imagine, gathering food, medicine, weapons, fuel, and every resource she may need. She tells her family the truth even when they think she has lost her mind, determined to prepare them for a war the rest of the world does not know is coming. But knowing the future is not the same as controlling it. As Nerida’s choices ripple outward, the timeline she remembers begins to bend, mutated creatures grow stronger than she recalls, other survivors awaken abilities of their own, and her old enemy Veyra is out there living days she was never supposed to have. This time, Nerida isn’t just surviving the end of the world. She’s going to own what comes after it.

Dragons hoard gold. Korth the Dread hoards last words. Hidden above the clouds, his vast archive holds the final truths of kings, liars, and killers—sealed in glass, never meant to be heard. Because a single sentence, spoken at the wrong time, can start a war. When a vial is found empty, Korth faces the impossible: someone hasn’t stolen a last word… they’ve become it. Now a stranger walks the world carrying a dead king’s final truth along with his memories, his will… and his thirst for justice. If that truth is spoken, a kingdom will fall. With only a sharp-tongued human accountant at his side, Korth descends from his mountain to hunt what was never meant to live again. Because in a world built on fragile lies, the most dangerous thing isn’t power. It’s the truth.

The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now I know some of yall really wish we could get some peace some rest and some di…” “GOD DAMNIT MINA! WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET AND YOU BEING NASTY ALREADY!”