Action Web Novels & Warrior Reborn Stories

The last thing I felt was rotting teeth tearing through my throat. The last thing I heard was my husband’s laughter as he drove away in my armored truck—leaving me to the zombie horde so his mistress and their bastard son could live. I died a fool. A highly trained, lethal ex-military operative who abandoned her instincts for a fake domestic dream, only to be betrayed by the very family she sacrificed everything to protect. Then I opened my eyes. Sixty days before the outbreak. But this time, something is different. The virus is mutating faster. The government is hiding the truth. The dead aren't just rising—they're evolving. And I don't have sixty days anymore. So I’ll do what I should have done the first time. Take my nine-figure inheritance. Cut off my parasitic in-laws. Turn a massive industrial warehouse into an impenetrable fortress. I won't save the people who betrayed me. I won't play the devoted wife. And I certainly won't die for anyone again. Then Cole appears. A ruthless ex-military operative with instincts as deadly as mine—and a disturbing knowledge of the government's bio-containment cover-up. And when the people who abandoned me come crawling back for protection… Will I have the strength to turn them away? Or will I finally pull the trigger on the family that left me to die?

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.

Stacie rescued Claud from his eternal slumber caused by the aconite present in the arrow that was impaled in him by the humans that interfered in their fight against the forest wolves. Even though she did not rescue him on purpose, he felt a feeling of debt to her which made him always want to stay close to her. He confused this feeling of debt with love and as a result was obsessed with her. Till she's snatched out of the world, out of his grip. He would go toe-to-toe with the perpetrators but at what expense?

In her first life, Phoenix Wraith was the ultimate shield. For three grueling years in a zombie-infested wasteland, she survived flooded subways, mutated swarms, and brutal famines—all while putting her life on the line to keep her teammates alive. But when an extraction helicopter arrives, her loyalty is repaid with two bullets and a cold leave-to-die. As jaws close around her throat, Phoenix swears a bloody vow: if she ever gets another chance, she will never bleed for anyone else again. Death isn't the end. Phoenix wakes up in the body of her alternate self—a low-rank Asian Guide in an aristocratic imperial military academy. In a world where powerful Sentinels rely on Guides to anchor their volatile psychic overloads, Phoenix Wraith is considered a defective fluke, stripped of her lineage and brought before the academy to be publicly humiliated during her engagement dissolution ceremony. They expect a fragile, broken girl to fall to her knees and weep. Instead, they get an battle-hardened survivalist with a sharp mind, lethal instincts, and absolute zero tolerance for betrayal. From discarding her arrogant ex-fiancé to turning the Sentinel-Guide dynamic completely on its head, Phoenix begins her swift, ruthless rise to the top. She spent one lifetime dying for others. In this one, she’s playing by her own rules—and anyone standing in her way will learn exactly why the dead don't stay quiet.

He killed me once. This time, I’ll watch him lose everything. Thirty days before the apocalypse, Maya Vance was betrayed by the man she loved, abandoned to a pack of infected beasts, and left to die. But death gives her something she never expected—a second chance. Maya wakes up thirty days in the past with every memory intact, a mysterious spatial dimension at her command, and one devastating secret: she is pregnant. This time, she won't waste a single day. With her $120 million inheritance, Maya secretly builds an impenetrable sanctuary and fills her hidden space with everything she needs to survive the coming apocalypse. While Adrian desperately clings to the woman he once controlled, Maya begins dismantling his luxurious life piece by piece. But Adrian's world becomes even more chaotic when he discovers that Vanessa—the woman he thought he could possess—has never loved him. Her heart belongs to another man, and she'd die for him. As Adrian's obsession turns dangerous, the countdown to the apocalypse reaches zero. Then Maya discovers the truth about Serum-9. The apocalypse wasn't an accident. And the people responsible may be closer to her than she ever imagined. When Adrian and his infected family finally come crawling to Maya's fortress for salvation, will she open the gates and save the people who betrayed her? Or will she finally let them face the fate they once intended for her? And when the world falls apart, can Maya protect her unborn child—and survive the monsters waiting outside?

Rejected. Burned. Left for dead. Thalia was nothing more than an omega in the shadows—until Catastrophy strikes their park and kills her mother. They label her as cursed and reduce her to a slave. The first daughter of the Alpha king. Her mated Alpha whom she loved publicly rejected her and chose her sister as his Luna. Her father ordered Thalia’s execution by death in the flames. They thought the fire would consume her. But the fire doesn’t kill a phoenix. It awakens her. Now, Thalia has returned—reborn with power no pack has ever seen, cloaked in mystery, chosen by the moon goddess and bound to a darkness that answers only to her. She’s not back for love. She’s back for vengeance, revenge. But when fate ties her to the Lycan prince with secrets of his own, she is armed with power and authority. She could choose to go solo and destroy everything in her path as she returns to Greenwood Park for revenge or she could give herself to this new found burning desire that could destroy her. Thalia is here to stay and no mated Alpha can take what rightfully belongs to her. Not when the moon goddess has not ordained it.

I died trusting the wrong people. My husband left me behind when the evacuation began. My family stole everything they could. And when the world collapsed, I learned the government had known the truth all along. Then I woke up. Sixty days before the dead rise. This time, I remember everything. I know which cities will fall first. I know what supplies will disappear. I know who will betray me. So I prepare in silence. But the future begins changing. The outbreak comes early. The infected are evolving. Someone else remembers the apocalypse. And the man who betrayed me in my first life may not be the same man standing beside me now. I thought I was reborn to survive the apocalypse. I was wrong. I was reborn because something far worse is coming.

In my first life, I was Preston’s combat quartermaster. I kept his team fed, fortified their perimeter, and crushed my knee hauling rations—only for him to strip my winter coat, seize my sidearm, and drop the iron bolt on the airlock hatch. “In the field, we don’t bleed rations on dead weight.” Those were his last words before the freezing sleet and starving scavengers finished me off. Now I’ve woken up seven days before Zero Hour. A solar superflare is about to burn out the power grid and freeze the city solid. But this time, my grandmother’s pendant has opened a hidden void in my mind—a dark space where time stands still, boiling soup stays scalding forever, and nothing ever rots. While Preston pressures me to sign over my late mother’s townhouse to cover his gambling debts, and my parasite sister—who wrapped herself in my blanket while I froze—screams about rent money, I get to work. Fifteen thousand pounds of grain and clean water. Eight hundred piping-hot meals. Heaters, fuel, trauma kits—and a three-hundred-pound steel door bolted eight inches into the cinderblock. Then I hand Preston to the loan sharks hunting him. When the sky turns violet and the transformers explode, he comes sprinting to my door, begging me to open it. Goodnight, Preston. This time, I’m the one who locks the door.