Reborn 60 Days Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Evelyn woke before her alarm and reached for her phone. For a few seconds, she forgot where she was. Then she saw the date on the screen and remembered everything. October 19. Forty-three days until the apocalypse. She sat up and placed both feet on the floor. She took three slow breaths. Over the past two days, she had started setting limits with Adrian and Chloe. She had also allowed Lucian to help her without feeling that she owed him anything. These were small changes, but they had taken more courage than she expected.

My Alpha mate abandoned me to die so he could save his secret lover and their child. I died betrayed. Then woke up thirty days before the apocalypse. This time, He will lose everything. I'll expose his betrayal, reclaim my mother's stolen inheritance, and take back the power his pack stole from me. I won't sacrifice myself for the man who left me to die. With my mysterious Hollow Moon ability, I can store everything needed to survive the coming disaster. But there's something even more terrifying about my blood: it may hold the only cure capable of stopping the infection. As infected wolves spread faster than I remember, a ruthless commander becomes my unlikely ally, while powerf

No new restoration estimate had been provided. She had enough to manage the immediate problem, so she refused to spend the night worrying about what might happen next. The countdown on her phone read **six days**. The first people were already fighting over supplies. Essential services were becoming unreliable, and the city was beginning to show signs of strain. Yet the apocalypse itself had not begun. Evelyn looked toward the darkened street beyond her curtains. Six days ago, most people would have dismissed her concerns as excessive. Now they were beginning to understand that something was wrong. Unfortunately, understanding the danger and being ready for it were two very different things.

Betrayed by her husband and left to die in the apocalypse, Vanessa gets a second chance at life. Reborn three months before the disaster, she is determined to protect her wealth, stockpile supplies, and never trust the wrong people again. Then she meets Raven, a mysterious man who has also returned from his first life, carrying secrets and preparations of his own. As a deadly virus spreads and mutants threaten humanity, Vanessa and Raven must join forces to survive. But with Matheo seeking revenge and a hidden mastermind behind the apocalypse, their greatest battle may be against the very people determined to destroy them. This time, Vanessa won't be the one left to die.

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.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

“Help me…” Ivy’s fingers curled slightly at her side. But she didn’t stop. She couldn't hence she drove off. The flu wasn’t supposed to appear this early but here it was. And in her past life… There had only been five days between the outbreak of the flu... And the beginning of the apocalypse. Five days. "I hope I still have my twelve days remaining?" Ivy raised an eyebrow. {The timeline in this world is different, Host. That is why you must act faster.}

"Now, where's this famous unsalted potato mash? I want to see if Marcus really cooks as badly as you say!" "Oh, it's worse," Maya called out from across the yard, fanning away a cloud of smoke from Ethan's failed campfire. "It tastes like wet chalk!" "Wet chalk with tactical protein!" Marcus shouted back defensively. I chuckled, feeling the warm, steady surge of dark energy pulsing inside my chest. The world outside Base Alpha was falling apart, torn to shreds by mutated zombies and shifting climate horrors, but standing here in this loud, chaotic, ridiculous courtyard, surrounded by guns, fire, lightning, and laughter... for the first time since my rebirth, I felt like the apocalypse was ac

"I'm trying to help. The strain is unstable. If I could just run some tests—" "Tests?" Harrison laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You want to run tests on a billion-dollar project after breaking into a secure facility like some kind of criminal?" "I wouldn't have to break in if you would listen to me!" Violet's voice cracked. "I've been trying to tell you. The outbreak is coming. We have less than two weeks now, and if we don't—" "There she goes again," Alicia said softly, her voice dripping with false concern. She turned to Harrison, placing a delicate hand on his arm. "The apocalypse. The zombies. The rebirth. It's the same story over and over."