Reborn Before Doomsday Novels & Stories

My supplies could last for months. Yet something still felt wrong. The outbreak had started far earlier than I expected. I checked the date on my phone again. Fifty-six days. That was how much time I should have had before the apocalypse began. But the world outside was already falling apart. Had my return changed the timeline? Or had I misunderstood what happened in my previous life? I closed the calendar. It didn't matter anymore. Whatever the reason, I couldn't afford to waste time wondering about it. I needed to survive the present.

I died three years into the apocalypse. Betrayed by my fiancé and my own half-sister, I was thrown to the feral hounds as bait while they escaped with everything I had spent three years gathering. Then I opened my eyes… 30 days before the world ended. This time, I have a Spatial Storage Space with unlimited capacity. This time, I will drain my scumbag ex’s bank accounts, stockpile everything that matters, and build a fortress no one can breach. This time, everyone who betrayed me will pay. But when temperatures plummet and civilization collapses, the most dangerous man in the wasteland appears at my gates. Wesley Pierce. The ruthless Sovereign who rules the survivors wit

PORT “What’s bothering you?” Doom asked as he joined me in his bed. Three days had passed since his training period ended, and I had slept with him since then. I sighed. “Nothing,” “Come on, you can tell me,” “Let’s talk about you. You were a Weaver before; why did you choose to be reclassed and not rebirthed?” He looked up. “I don’t want to forget. I wanted to remember everything,” he answered.

Xezalʼs words gave James quite a shock. The man narrowed his eyes and took a few steps backward away from Xezal. Xezal turned around and fixed her gaze on James. An enigmatic smile flickered across her face. “Donʼt worry, Wyot. I won’t destroy your soul, so you’ll have a chance to be reborn in our world. With the memories of your current life intact, you will still be considered a member of the Doom Race. The position as the patriarch of the Doom Race will still be yours once you return.”

Leah asked, with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Gwen looked at all of them and chuckled, seeing them look so curious before muttering a single word. "Revival." Samantha and Giselle gasped while some looked confused. "Isn't it the same as Samantha and Wanda?" Zee asked, making Samantha shake her head. "I can help the soul of someone who is dead to reincarnate, and it's different from revival. I can give a new life to the soul of a dead being." Samantha huffed and glared at her stupid mate.

"Wow, where am I? Why does this room look so much like my college dorm from back in the day?" "Wasn't I supposed to be critically wounded by the Transcendence Realm BOSS Black Dragon King and meet my end, and yet here I am alive?" "Hey, where's my storage ring? Where's my Immortal Mansion? Why do I have nothing at all?" ... Ten minutes later. After several confirmations, Sebastian finally understood. He had been reborn. Back to ten years ago. That year, he had just finished the college entrance examination and was about to start his freshman year. Nineteen years old, full of youthful vigor.

"Honey, if that lucky star dies, so be it. But our son… What a waste." Archie pulled her into his arms, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. "She's not dead yet. Don't worry. I've got a plan. Ethan will not only wake up. He'll go viral and bring us even more traffic. As for this lucky star, let her die with purpose." After that, he submitted an application for the rebirth trial. The video ended. Watching the scenes flash by one after another, I fell into thought. After a moment, I finally let go.

Broken. And Luna. Perfect. Healthy. Alive. Then everything went black. And I heard her voice. My daughter. Clear. Certain. *Don't worry, Mother. You gave your life for me. Now I'll give you something in return. Something no one has ever received.* Light exploded. I gasped. My eyes opened. I was alive. But different. Changed. Reborn. And when I looked at my reflection, I saw it. My eyes. Now shifting colors. Like Erebus's. Like a god's.

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins