Reborn 60 Days Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The air was already becoming painfully cold, and the sky above us looked unusually dark. What is this? I whispered. Vaelric stood beside me, equally stunned by the sight. He lifted his arm to shield his face as a piece of ice struck the ground near his feet. We need to get inside, he said firmly. I barely heard him. My mind was racing as I watched another chunk of ice hit the roof. This was not how I remembered the apocalypse. In my previous life, everything had started with the cold. The temperature had dropped so drastically that people struggled to remain warm, and the world had slowly become an icy graveyard. I remembered the freezing nights, the shortage of supplies, and the desperate a

"Valentina, please! We're family! You can't leave us out here!" I stared through the fortified gate at the people who had once destroyed my life. My cheating husband. His cruel mother. His ungrateful sister. The family I had sacrificed everything to protect. In my previous life, I gave them my inheritance, my savings, my parents' home, and even my blood. I went hungry so they could eat. I risked my life searching for supplies while they enjoyed their comfortable lives. And how did they repay me? My husband threw me to a horde of zombies so he could escape with his mistress. His mother laughed. His sister recorded my screams. Nobody lifted a finger to save me. I died beli

She died on a pharmacy floor while her husband walked out with her supplies and her stepsister on his arm. Now Ione Calloway wakes up fourteen days before the dead rise, with a second chance, a forty-three million dollar secret, and a gift that lets her see who is already infected. Her ex wants her back. The people who betrayed her want her fortune. And the world is two weeks from ending. This time, she is not the one left behind.

"Tyler, please open the door! They're coming!" In my previous life, I gave my cheating boyfriend everything—my money, my home, and my trust. I even risked my life gathering medicine for him. But when zombies surrounded our shelter, he locked me outside and watched me die with my so-called best friend in his arms. Now, I've been reborn 24 days before the zombie apocalypse! This time, I'm keeping my money, securing my supplies, and awakening the mysterious dimensional space hidden inside the crystal necklace. Tyler thinks I'll still be his foolish, obedient girlfriend. Amber thinks she has won. What a joke! While they're busy planning their happy future, I'm preparing for the

They were thrilled when the greater haunts paused because of me, seizing the chance my sacrifice gave them to flee without a backward glance. My awareness, my every sensation, did not fade until I was picked clean. I felt it all, every moment of being devoured. I saw with my own eyes my transformation from a person to mere fragments. However, who could have guessed that I, who had been tortured to death in the apocalypse, would find myself reborn a month before it all began? Staring at my whole, unharmed reflection, it all felt like a distant dream. I had to pinch myself, hard, before I could believe it: I was actually reborn!

He clearly remembered that before he passed out of consciousness, No, rather before he died, there's a gunshot wound in his heart but now this place is beating regularly and calm. Wei Zhi Yin does not want to believe that he got reborn 13 years before he died but the facts proved that he is still alive now and he is still currently 16 years old. Today's date is July 9, 2041. And if he did not remember it correctly, the apocalypse will start one year and four months from now which is exactly 16 months later! At that time, the gunshot wound was unexpected and it should have been a superficial injury since his abilities are already strong and the wounds could heal itself but he never expected t

I only joked back that if some massive disaster ever happened, all of this would come in handy. I glanced at the calendar, surprised by how quickly time had passed. Thankfully, the estate renovations were completed three days before the apocalypse began. Even though I already knew no one could escape tomorrow’s disaster, I still found myself unable to sleep for the first time in ages. As I tossed and turned in bed, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in my head. [Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound to the Apocalypse Survival System. Detected: initial shelter renovation completed. Reward points will now be issued.]

The results terrified her. In her previous life, the apocalypse had hit on January 15th. She remembered the date with crystal clarity—it was etched into her soul like a scar. The temperature had dropped from fifteen degrees to negative forty in less than six hours. The power grid had failed. People had frozen to death in their homes, in their cars, in the streets. But that was supposed to be five weeks away.

Fire in the dark just needed to be warm. "I'm scared," he said. She looked at him. "Three hundred years and this is the most scared I've been." He didn't look at her. "Not the void. Not the dying bodies. I'm scared we rebuild something and it's not enough. That we get to the end of these six months and we just—stop. And it was all for nothing." "It wasn't for nothing." "We lost seven billion people." "And three hundred million survived." She found his hand. "And a baby was born two days ago with a mark that shouldn't exist and she's already rewriting trees and redirecting the void and she's two days old, Thorne. Two days."

Still, when I looked at the horizon — at the storm clouds gathering again, black and heavy with death — I knew I couldn’t afford to stay weak. Ten days. That’s all I had. Ten days before the apocalypse hit full force. If Verdant Pulse was the weapon I needed to tip the balance… then I’d learn to wield it, no matter the cost. Even if it meant losing a part of who I used to be. ⸻ The Sanctuary thrummed quietly in the back of my mind as I stared at the gray sky. The world was still asleep, unaware of what was coming. But I wasn’t. I had seen it. I had died in it. And this time, when the dead rose again — I’d rise higher.