Reborn Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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.

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

I was reborn and sent back to three weeks before the zombie virus outbreak. In my previous life, a zombie virus suddenly broke out in my city on Christmas Eve. The entire city collapsed within two days. I was an orphan. My parents had died in a car accident, and I used their compensation money to open a supermarket. Before the zombie virus spread completely, I built a makeshift shelter inside my supermarket. I took in Victoria Blake, a young woman I admired, out of kindness, but she ended up betraying me.

This place… This was the banquet. The mandatory gathering, that all Alphas were required to attend once in a year. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my ears ringing as memories surged forward, aligning themselves with horrifying clarity. If I was calculating it correctly, this was five years before the day I was betrayed. My breathing slowed as the realization settled, heavy and undeniable. I had been reborn. I forced my hands to remain still at my sides, even as my pulse raced. The moon goddess… She really answered me.

"Please, just let me go. I am not supposed to be here, Marcus. You don’t understand. I am not supposed to be alive!" I was hysterical. The air in the room felt like it was made of wool, clogging my throat. I shoved him, then pulled him back, my head spinning with the weight of two lifetimes. "I changed it!" I screamed, the words spilling out in a messy, frantic heap. "I changed the whole timeline! I brought back things that were meant to stay buried! I messed everything up... My dad, Erica, Michelle... it’s all me. I am the one who killed them. I was supposed to be dead in that basement! Why did I come back? Why did I come back just to watch everyone bleed?"

code from his "Furious Youth." The Return of the "Apex Asset" The door groaned open, revealing a "Labyrinth" of "Recycled" habitats. This was the "Resistance Node"—a community of "Unindexed" scavengers and "System-Error" refugees who lived in the "Data-Voids" beneath New Geneva.

"But they forgot that a Mother is the one who chooses the menu." I slammed my bone-white hand into the APC’s terminal, grounding my sovereign static into the engine. "Kael," I hissed at the speakers. "Drive us to the Rebirth Tower. We're going to turn the city into a bunker." The APC roared to life. As we tore away, a new signal flared on the monitor—a black icon, cold and ancient, pulsing from the very center of the North. [SOURCE IDENTIFIED: THE CHRONOS PRIME]

They returned to Apex. The Sanatorium became a Vortex of Primal Rebirth. Alphas who had been dormant for weeks stood up, their fur shedding the medicinal paste, their eyes igniting with a violet-gold fire that was now Twice as Bright because it had survived the silence. Eryx stood beside me, his prehistoric iron fur returning with a violent, electric snap. He didn't look at Sterling; he looked at the Freedom we had just unleashed. "The Sanatorium is falling, Darlene," he growled, his carnal crimson eyes locking onto mine.

She demanded. No one spoke. The answer was too shameful. You could not agree, isn't that it?” the Goddess asked bitterly. “Even on the brink of annihilation, you bicker and squabble like spoiled children. Fools! If you had united sooner, Ferrivor and his master could have been stopped before they began.” “The beast is ferrivor? But they died with Lupus Tenebris.” Donton whispered. “He lives now! Judy Bloodfang has resurrected The evil wolf! Along with all his creatures of destruction! Ferrivor, the Red Noxala, and his screaming souls. White Hollow has been opened!”

She was not entirely back but given a chance to live once again, as someone else but with the same name as hers. Yes, as you have read. Your thinking was right. She reincarnated once again, given her endless dullest life in her past life a hope to make a new and meaningful light in the apocalypse. Apocalypse, even though it was very close to being too dull, at least she could predict who would stab her in the back for the reason of surviving in this cruel world. The Humans that live in this world where the apocalypse started a month ago have reasons to betray their close ones; Family, best friends, and even lovers. These three characteristics were often used to feed them into zombies to have