Frozen Apocalypse: A Second Chance Novels & Stories

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.

Already… progress? I took a deep breath and planted a seed in the glowing soil that appeared beneath me. It sprouted instantly, tiny green shoots curling toward an invisible sun. My heart thumped. This was my chance. My second life. The apocalypse was coming, but now… it would have to fear me. And somewhere in the back of my mind, a new thought formed:

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

There was a moment of silence before Blake spoke in response. "There is a high chance that it can be the possibility. Gabriel is an unpredictable immortal that in a way can be predictable if he allows himself to be." The wind picked up causing his air to ruffle with it. "For example," he said as he wrapped a hand around Nora's waist protectively. "Causing accidents on highways for his own amusement and turning humans in hopes that they'd join him."

This story is all about boys love. Love is not gender biased. It's all about feeling how we feel towards someone especial. Everyone gets second choice to correct the mistake . Ryan also gets the second chance to get back his soulmate. But does he really make this chance in the right way or just spoils it again and left regretted rest of his life. Parth who loves him unconditionally, tries all possible ways to get his love but love is all about putting equal efforts from both side.

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Both Riley and I were reborn after we perished in our previous lives. The game was called "Magnet Apocalypse" from the very beginning in our last lives. Frank had immediately claimed the reverse photosynthesis skill for himself. To increase everyone's survival chances, I had chosen the safehouse that had ample food and water, and also the skill that provided me with unlimited storage space. I had also teamed up with many people, sharing my resources with them. However, when we entered the second stage, Frank began convincing me to team up with him instead. As a result, I let my guard down around him and told him where my resources were located.

Enough to rip the pack to the ground stone by stone. But Frynn and I weren’t ready to move until we had one thing: A single sign she was alive. A spark. A whisper. Anything. We were losing hope. And that terrified me more than anything in my life. Then… it happened. Not a call. Not a whisper. A violent tear, the bond ripping open like lightning slashing through a locked sky. It hit me mid-stride as I ran through the eastern forest, searching the edges of the riverbank. A shock so intense I dropped to my knees, gasping, the world spinning.

In her last life, people who survived long-term had one thing in common: fortified communities. Not cities. Not shelters. Not government camps. Groups. Defensible places with resources and isolation. Frostfang. The name surfaced sharply in her thoughts. It would still be too early, though, and too far north. But the idea of it lingered more heavily now every time the world outside became more dangerous. A sudden snapping sound echoed faintly from somewhere above the ravine. Everyone froze instantly. Not infected this time. Human footsteps. More than one person. Moving carefully downhill through the fog.