Special Force Reborn Novels & Stories

Jay's body lit up from inside, every nerve ending screaming as power he'd never possessed rewired him at the cellular level. Dying. Being reborn. Both. [BREAKTHROUGH COMPLETE] [FIRST MERIDIAN: OPENED] [CULTIVATION RANK: BODY REFINEMENT - FIRST LAYER] [OMEGA DESIGNATION: OVERRIDDEN] [NEW DESIGNATION: SOVEREIGN CULTIVATOR] [CONGRATULATIONS - YOU ARE NOW 0.001% LESS LIKELY TO DIE] Jay collapsed backward. Gasping. His whole body felt like one massive bruise. When he touched his chest, his fingers came away wet—sweat, blood from his nose and mouth.

Ha! I felt the memories surge, hot and sharp, but I forced myself to steady. Killian needed strength, not grief. “Can I tell you a truth?” I asked him and he nodded. “This is the second time I am here. In this world. When I was reborn,” I continued, “the powers came back to me sooner. Like they remembered themselves. Like the earth itself refused to let me remain broken… like I had died in my previous life.” Killian looked at me for a long while, probably to see if I had lost my mind and I just kept quiet,looking at him.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

Sean asked as he stared at the screen. "I've transferred all the surveillance footage of this man, as well as all the surveillance videos before Trenton's accident. This man is Boris Lameer, 35 years old. He is a special-forces soldier in the United States and he possesses great strength. He once participated in the war at Aghane, and his whereabouts were unknown after retirement. He used to live in a very secret place. There was no monitoring, and it was estimated that he lived in the southeast corner.

Race Against Rebirth Vanessa labored tirelessly, decrypting and piecing collectively the information of *Project Rebirth. The extra she uncovered, the clearer it have become that Dominion had deliberate for this moment, looking ahead to their network’s publicity and making ready a new, extra resilient gadget to upward thrust in its place. “Rebirth isn’t only a fallback,” Vanessa said, her voice heavy. “It’s their manner to regain control—faster, extra dangerous, and absolutely untraceable. They’ve been constructing it for years, and now they’re accelerating the timeline.”

The initials 'JG' and 'SL' gave it away—Jeffrey had set up the fireworks just for Sophie. Just like clockwork, Sophie sent me a video bragging about it. [Listen up, Jeffrey made this show for me and me alone. So what if you were childhood friends? So what if you're pregnant? He doesn't love you. [I guess your wedding isn't such a big deal. In the end, it's me he loves.] Then, a message from someone with a black profile picture popped up on my screen. I smirked at their words. Tonight was going to be the last blast for those two.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

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!”

"Don't. We're surviving this. Both of us. Together." "But if we don't—" "Then I already know. I love you too. Now shut up and fight." He grinned. That reckless, beautiful grin that had made me fall for him. "Yes ma'am." We charged the elite guards together. The fight was brutal. These weren't regular soldiers. They were supernatural special forces. Trained specifically to handle threats like us. One caught my arm. Twisted. I felt bones crack. Ben was there instantly. Strike to the guard's throat. Gave me space to recover.

The combined conventional-enhanced assault on the Unraveling's primary stronghold began before dawn, when their ability-suppression cycles were at their weakest ebb. I led the enhanced strike force while Alpha Theron coordinated conventional units, our forces moving through reality-distorted terrain with the careful precision of beings who understood they faced opponents unlike anything in recorded history.