Reborn Before Doomsday Novels & Stories

"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."

They crashed to the ground with loud thuds. The moment Missy sent her away, she turned and raised her boning knife. Clang! Boom! A deafening collision sent dust and debris flying. As the dust settled, Missy found herself face-to-face with a grotesque half-rotten creature. For the first time after her rebirth, fear flickered in her eyes. The zombie's soulless black eyes locked onto hers. Unlike other zombies, it didn't roar or move mindlessly. It simply stared at her—silent and calculating. Then, as if reading her thoughts, a sinister smile crept across the human half of its face.

“Tsk! Damn insanity. But I understand where this is all heading into. Your wants and needs for me to do and decided. You wanted my approval, right?” “A bit, but not the whole. For HE wanted that you shouldn’t interfere with the thing that will about to happen. The day when she will be reborn.” Daniela knew what the little girl means. The reborn is not a type of reincarnation, but a thing to complete one that is broken. But for now, she doesn’t want to think about it, for what she needed to do right now, is a bit defying HIS will, but will never hurt HIS plan.

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

She quickly grabbed it, like there would be the answer to all her questions. And it was there. Katherine was looking at the date on the screen. It was the 14th of April, which meant it was the day before her whole life went downhill, leading to a painful death in the river's waters, the one she loved so much in her childhood. ~ We travelled in time?~ It sounded so stupid. She couldn't believe she was actually considering it. ~ I think we were reborn. The moon Goddess brought us back to life, offering us a second chance. ~ Lucy said quietly.

He had been doing something completely mundane when it came. Without any prior warning, his body started turning into bright motes of light, flickering about like butterflies flapping their wings. He had felt no pain nor distress as his consciousness faded into a dreamless slumber. For he knew that the next time he awakened, he would be completely reborn, from inside out, just like all the worldborn that came before him, and all the worldborn that shall come thereafter. And indeed, when his consciousness returned, an indeterminate amount of time later, he couldn't remember much of who he had been before. More than two decades he had spent on his homeworld Cradle, vanished into smoke, leaving

I said, though the chain was already showing me possibilities I didn't like. "We trigger universal rebirth intentionally. Before the Devourer can escape. Before entropy wins." His form solidified slightly, showing us images in his flames. "A controlled big bang. Everything ends, yes, but immediately begins again. Fresh. Clean. Without the Devourer because it would be caught in the renewal, transformed like everything else." Kieran stepped forward, drawn to the phoenix fire. "You're talking about killing everyone." "I'm talking about rebirthing everyone. Every consciousness, every soul, every spark of existence—reborn in a universe without the threat of entropy's avatar."

FIFTY-EIGHT SECONDS. The basement floor didn't just vibrate; it shrieked. A high-frequency howl tore through the limestone, rattling my molars and making the glass of the monitor screens ripple like water. I lunged for the terminal, my boots skidding on a layer of frost that shouldn't have been there. In the gaps of the foundation above, the sky of Rebirth City had finished its rot, turning from a synthetic blue to a flat, light-eating black.

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

I woke with a start. The room around me was familiar, yet the searing pain from the fire still lingered in my mind. But strangely, my body bore no wounds at all. Before I could fully collect my thoughts, a knock sounded at the door, followed by my aunt's voice. Listening in on the conversation between my mother and aunt, I realized with startling clarity: I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, my aunt and an old man from the island country of Zandumore were planning to move overseas. Before leaving, my aunt came to bid our family farewell.