Romans & Histoires God of War Reborn

On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Aelara watches the man she has loved since childhood drive a blade through her heart and say her sister's name as he does it. She dies on the ballroom floor making one wish — not for revenge, not for answers, just the day before everything was decided. The day before she chose wrong. Fate listens. Because Aelara is not just a king's daughter. She is the Goddess of Fate and Life, and even dying, her power answers her own prayer. Reborn to the morning of the choosing ceremony, she faces four suitors and a kingdom that expects her to name Caelan Dray the God of Conquest, the man who will one day kill her. She does not. She names Riven Ashveil, the quiet, unbothered God of Sovereignty who has spent nine years showing up for her in every way that mattered and never once asking for anything back. No one understands the choice. Caelan does not grieve it. He starts watching her instead. And Lysa, her half-sister and Caelan's secret lover, goes very still. What follows is not a simple love story. It is a slow war for a kingdom, a throne, and a goddess's life fought in corridors and courtrooms and dark divine channels by two people who believed they were owed something and could not accept that they were wrong. Riven is the most powerful god in the kingdom. But power means nothing if you do not know what is coming for you. Aelara knows. She died once already. She is not dying again.

"Leave her as bait. The commander will tear her apart before the zombies even reach them." That was the last thing Amara Wilson heard before her family abandoned her in a war zone, forcing her to take her sister’s place as the bride of Nikolai Lanston the infamous "Black Blade" commander cursed by a violent viral mutation. But the frightened girl they left to die is gone. Transmigrated into the body of the novel's doomed cannon fodder right as the zombie cataclysm erupts, Amara wakes up with the [God-Tier SSS Battle System]. While the world collapses and flesh-eating abominations tear the city apart, Amara doesn't scream, she draws her blade. With a single touch, she stabilizes Nikolai’s fatal mutation, turning the dying monster into her most ruthless protector. Back-to-back in a sea of blood, they hunt mutant cores, unlock forbidden military arsenals, and slice through hordes that no army could stop. Now, as the Wilson family starves behind crumbling barricades, begging for scraps, they look up to find the city's greatest safe zone ruled by two people: The unstoppable tyrant commander… and the substitute bride who commands him.

Amelia died believing she had nothing left to lose. Her family betrayed her, the world collapsed, and the husband she once kept at a distance died buying her five minutes to escape. Then she wakes up 180 days before the apocalypse. This time, Amelia knows what is coming. She has money, memories, and a strange new ability that could change everything. She plans to secure food, medicine, fuel, weapons, and a safe place before the sky turns black. But Amelia soon discovers she isn't the only one preparing. Someone else knows the apocalypse is coming. And they are buying the same supplies. Who else remembers the end?

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.

Abandoned in the forest as a baby and raised by the Dark Light Pack, Elara grows up invisible. Overlooked. Maltreated. Treated like she was never meant to exist. Until the mate bond awakens. Bound to the Alpha, she expects a new beginning. Instead, she is rejected. Broken. Put through cruelty and torture that nearly destroys her. But instead of breaking... she snaps. In a moment that should have been impossible, Elara takes control of the mate bond and shatters it. And then she runs. What she doesn't know is that her breaking point was only the beginning. Because Elara is not just a wolf. She is something far older. A rebirth. A power that once walked the world three thousand years ago... and vanished after sealing away a force that threatened to destroy everything. Now, that power is rising again. As her abilities awaken and memories begin to surface, Elara is drawn to a truth she cannot escape and a man she cannot ignore. Beros. Powerful. Mysterious. And bound to her in a way she cannot understand. Their connection is deeper than fate. Older than time. A love that has waited centuries for her return... and refuses to let her go again. But just as she begins to step into her true strength, the past she tried to leave behind comes crawling back. The Alpha who rejected her now wants her. Desperate. Obsessed. Determined to have her back at all costs. Now caught between a love that once broke her, a love that has endured lifetimes, and a power that could change the fate of the world, Elara must rise into who she truly is. Because the same darkness she once destroyed is rising again. And this time... It knows she's back.

“I spent my first life feeding my traitors. In this one, I’ll feed them to the monsters." Betrayed and shoved into a horde of infected by her stepsister, Sienna, and fiancé, Wyatt, Freya Cross dies a bloody death in the freezing snow. Instead of hell, she opens her eyes ninety days before the apocalypse—armed with billions in inheritance and an ancient jade ring holding an infinite, time-frozen dimensional space. This time, there is no mercy. Freya drains her trust fund and empties entire factories: tons of grain, fuel, weapons, and medical supplies vanish into her space in seconds. Her family calls her crazy; her ex mocks her ruin. She just laughs. Food means nothing without steel to guard it. To survive the impending wasteland, she walks straight into the fortress of Declan Mercer, the brutal private military tycoon known as the Warlord of District Nine. "I have enough supplies to feed your private army for a decade, Mercer. You give me your walls and your soldiers. Marry me, and we rule the end of the world." Declan traps her against his desk, his gun cold against her waist: "Supplies are cheap, little cat. If you want my fortress, you sign over your body, your loyalty, and your soul. In my bunker, there is only one law—and you belong to me." When civilization falls and the traitors arrive freezing and starving at their gates, begging won’t save them. Behind iron walls, dining on hot steak beside the deadliest man alive, Freya won’t even look down.

I died with my husband's betrayal on my lips and my unborn child in my womb. One moment I was Mia Weston — billionaire, wife, mother-to-be. The next, I was gone. Erased. Traded like a chess piece by the man who swore to love me forever. Then I woke up. Silk sheets. Marble walls. A maid calling me "My Lady." And a father I had never met looking me dead in the eyes saying — "You have been promised to King Zyren of the Draconis Throne. You leave at sunrise." I thought I was dreaming. I was wrong. King Zyren is not a man. He is ancient, ruthless, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only dangerous things are. He doesn't smile. He doesn't explain. He simply looks at me like I am something he has been waiting for — and that look alone makes my whole body tremble. He calls me his traded bride. I call him my nightmare. But nightmares don't look at you like you are the only breathable air in a burning room. Nightmares don't press you against cold stone walls and whisper "You will learn your place, little human" with a voice so deep it rewrites your bones. And nightmares definitely don't make you forget — even for one dangerous, breathless second — the man who killed you. I was sold to settle a debt. He had waited centuries for exactly me. Neither of us was prepared for what came next.