Reborn To Meet In The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Wyatt Cole and Sienna Cross. Clothes soaked and torn, faces streaked with soot and mire. Wyatt held a broken arm against his chest, hammering the three-hundred-ton blast door with a rock; Sienna knelt in freezing mud, staring into the camera, eyes red-rimmed, hands clasped in silent desperate pleading. Behind them, at the forest edge, the first misshapen shadows of the infected shambled from cover, drawn by the noise. Declan stood beside me, arms folded, gaze cold on the screen.

Beatrice had just injected herself with the apocalypse. Maya set her mug down and glanced at the digital clock on the wall. [COUNTDOWN TO APOCALYPSE: 19 DAYS, 14 HOURS]"Enjoy your miracle cure, Beatrice," Maya whispered to the empty room, her voice as cold as the grave. "You're going to need it."

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

"She bought it," Lucas spat, his grip tightening on her waist until Amber winced. "Fifteen million dollars in cash. A reinforced blast door, private security, bulletproof glass... she sat up on that hill looking down on me like I was a beggar." Amber’s breath hitched in her throat. Deep inside her chest, a wild, ugly spike of green jealousy flared to life, burning through her veins. Fifteen million dollars?! Amber had spent years playing the sweet, innocent adopted sister, hiding in the shadows, sharing Lucas’s bed in secret, and raising her biological son Toby under the fake label of an "adopted orphan"—all so she could eventually replace Evelyn as the mistress of this townhouse.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

​The second I finally got back to my own apartment and locked the door behind me, the sheer reality of the situation began to dawn on me properly. ​I was truly back. I was back in the past, and there were exactly two weeks left before the apocalypse. ​I walked straight into my bedroom and collapsed face-first onto the mattress, tightly gripping the large brown teddy bear I used to cuddle every single night. The teddy I missed so much in those gruelling nights after the apocalypse hit.

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.

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.

And I was ready for whatever came next. The days that followed were spent recovering. Healing. Planning. The survivors were broken but determined. The infected were scattered but loyal. I was exhausted but alive. And I was ready. Ready for the next battle. The next fight. The next war. Because that was my purpose. That was my destiny. That was my reason for being reborn. I walked into the light. And I was ready for whatever came next. The Apex attacked again. I defended. We fought. We bled.