Reborn Nadia: Became The Ace Doomsday Prepper Novels & Stories

"The prophecy is about choice. Light or darkness. Peace or ruin. The Aeternum gave their descendants free will. But they also gave them the tools to choose wrong." "Why tell us this now?" Dominic demanded. "Because you need to understand what you're protecting. Your children aren't just powerful. They're potentially apocalyptic. And there are forces in this world that want to use them for exactly that purpose." "Nadia," Ivy said. "Nadia is a symptom, not the disease. She wants to control the children to prevent the apocalypse. But there are others who want to cause it. Who believe the world deserves to burn and be rebuilt. Who think the Aeternum should rise again and reclaim their dominance.

“The blood summoning,” Aris whispered with genuine surprise. “Were you a rune-creating sorceress like Biel?” “Yes and no,” Nadia said. “He is far more powerful than I am, yet I developed runes because the gods granted me that power.” “What are you trying to tell us, Nadia?” I asked pointedly. “I came to tell you a couple of things,” Nadine's mother said earnestly. “The first thing is that the anarchists are coming. There are people from the pack who sold your information, so you must catch them.”

I clutched the radio, etched with Orion’s stars, and plugged in the microchip, amplifying the distress signal to rally resistance fighters. Plot twist one: Nadia wasn’t just an assassin—she was the Syndicate’s last hope, trained by Dr. Voss to reclaim the cipher, her childhood memories of our family twisted into a weapon. “You were weak,” she sneered, her rifle aimed at me, her voice a chilling echo of our shared past. My stomach dropped, betrayal cutting deep—another family member lost to the Syndicate’s grip.

She said as she tapped me on my forehead. “Oh yeah, I forgot lol,” “Seems your mind is really occupied,” Nadia said as she held my hand while looking at me with a friendly gaze. “I just need some time to adjust though. How about you go inside while I take a look around,” I said while faking a warm smile. “Sure, don’t get lost or anything,” Nadia said teasingly. She walked back into the mansion leaving only me to think. “If Hayley and Alaric are in this alternate world with different names, that means the moon goddess must have given me a second chance to get my revenge on them,” I said to myself.

--- The sound of boots crunching over debris broke the moment between us. I turned to see Nadia striding toward us, her expression unreadable. Her dark hair was wild, her clothes stained with blood. But her eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—held something new. Relief. “I hate to interrupt whatever brooding moment you two were having,” she said, crossing her arms, “but we need to talk.” Damian arched a brow. “About what?” Nadia smirked. “About what the hell comes next.” I sighed. “We were just trying to figure that out.”

and with that Rena skips out if sight, Adrianna giggles slightly, She sure has a soft spot for rena and had always had one for her, Adrianna could not tell the reason why she always sees herself in Rena, Walking towards the bathroom she takes a slight shower changing into a purple vintage gown long enough to her toes but not the type to be dragged around on the floor, Just on cue of walking out the door she could see Rena smiling happily all excited and stuff, Adriana gets escorted till she gets to the entrance of the mansion, she waves off the guard signalling to be left alone, watching from the corner she watches nadir approach the crowd, The all clap on sight of their new Luna, "Good day

“I want to fix whatever is wrong with me and Evangeline. I want to stop feeling like I’m betraying my mate every time I breathe. I want things to go back to how they were.” Nadia’s expression softened. She crossed the room and took my hands. “Then do that,” she said. “Focus on Evangeline. Remember why you chose her. Don’t let that girl get into your head. You’re stronger than this.” She was right. I had survived worse. Our childhood. Our stepmother’s cruelty. Our father’s death. The Oracle’s choice. Matthias and his endless challenges. I could survive this too. “I know,” I said. Nadia squeezed my hands and walked with me toward the staircase. I was about to head toward my office when movemen

“They will. The swarm’s patient. It seeds. It waits. Like me.” The cabin lights flickered storm interference. Tension coiled tighter plane shaking, Nadia’s revelations hanging like smoke. Dormant strains weren’t just remnants; they were Alexei’s immortality. Engineered to activate on global threats: pandemics, wars. Or manual triggers from hidden nodes. We’d burned Siberia but how many more? And Nadia had she already sent a partial code before we stopped her? Rocco’s hand slid higher on my thigh fingers digging in, grounding me in the chaos. Dante leaned across gloved hand cupping my neck, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of salt and storm. The plane bucked again turbulence amplifying the

Nadia's right hand partially covered her face. "Okay, I'll follow the game. This second life I can drive well. Brittany unfortunately you first new Zayn. We're both fooling each other. Revenge is the only option if I try to survive," said Nadhea uttering her sentence like a living mantra. Nadia's red eyes light up. Alpha inside Nadhea rages insanely imagining that her revenge will bear sweet fruit. After quite cleaning everything Nadhea dried her body and put on her chosen clothes Brittany.

It was an ancient secret drug passed down through a rival family, known as Heartbane. Once it took effect, only a woman with a specific blood type and constitution could neutralize it. Otherwise, the man would be left with permanent damage—sterility. Meanwhile, I was the only one who could act as the antidote in the entire Caruso Estate. Back then, Matteo stood up for me at school when I was being bullied. After graduation, against my parents' wishes, I hid my identity and willingly stayed with the Caruso family as his personal assistant. It was all so I could be closer to him.