Special Force Reborn Novels & Stories

"Nadia, which one do you like? I've already trained them all for you. I lost my parents when I was young, and Grandpa raised me all by himself. All these years, he only had one wish: to see our family grow and thrive. My high-fertility genes made me the perfect candidate to make that happen. So, Grandpa brought in seven jacked jocks to get close to me. Athletes had the best stamina, especially when it came to that sort of thing, and these seven were handpicked from the best of the best. Every single one was a total animal, perfect for breeding. In my past life, I thought the same thing. Back then, I chose my favorite among them: Kyle Grant, the oldest. However, after the wedding, he showed h

He forced me to abort our baby but got another woman pregnant. I don't even know what to do. Where do I go? What do I do? “Haaaaaaaaaaa... Ahhhhhhhhhhh...!” My tears and screams echoed as I stood in the middle of the deserted road. It was silent except for the sound of the rain pouring down. I looked up at the heavens. I cursed the day I met Magnus Kalan, hoping for only one thing. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would never look at him twice. I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive.

I can walk, and my hands and eyes are functional." As I pondered this miraculous transformation, the door to the room slowly creaked open, and in walked a man. A man I knew all too well, a man who had been my sworn enemy in my past life - River Cane, the alpha of the Red Breeder pack. My heart raced, and for a moment, I wondered if my rebirth had been some cruel trick orchestrated by my tormentors. But the look in River's eyes was different, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be as shocked as I was. "Annalise?" he uttered my name with a hint of disbelief. I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice. Memories of our bitter rivalry flooded back, and I couldn't forget how we had

Casey introduced the man sitting beside him, "This is Tyson Sanso, the captain of the first team from a special department. He’s the one who wanted to meet you today." Tyson extended his hand, "Ms. Summer, nice to meet you!" Lindsay shook his hand, noticing it was cold, almost devoid of warmth. But she wasn’t surprised—his unique physique likely accounted for it. She looked at Tyson and asked, "What do you need from me?" Tyson got straight to the point. "I’m here today to ask for your help, Ms. Summer. We've been tracking an evil practitioner who arrived in Country S yesterday, so we followed him here."

"Is this necessary? Isn't that a little too much?" Yosef sneered. "I built Rebirth Sect with my own two hands. I want to play this as safely as I can. I feel like the combustion is too odd. What if, despite all our precautions, someone from the headquarters snuck in? "It's best to retaliate before we get beaten to the ground." The person next to him was still confused. But since they were both A-tier Malevolent Phantoms, he asked a few more questions. "But with more than a thousand people as hostages, even if someone managed to sneak in, they would be absolutely helpless. Wasn't that what you said before? Even if it happens, we wouldn't have to fear a thing!"

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

I anxiously tried to stop them, but Jared suddenly snatched Larry's baton and smashed it on me, knocking me to the ground. He was seething with rage. "No wonder…it's the same in the past—you two are in this together, trying to deceive me!" I was shocked to realize that Jared was also reborn. No wonder he had insisted that I was lying on the phone despite not asking for his help this time. But as blood poured out from my body, my head began to spin, and I could barely speak. All I could do was lie there, struggling weakly. Jared took in a deep breath and clamped his hand tightly on my wrist. "Do you know what the consequences of hurting the daughter of the Spencer family are?

They were free, but weak, confused, still recovering from decades of mental enslavement. I prepared to fight, even though I knew I wouldn't last long. My body was barely holding together as it was. But I would die protecting my family. I would die giving them a chance to escape. But something extra ordinary happened. Millen special forces that were running to us suddenly stopped, their glowing eyes faded to grey then nothing. They slumped to the ground with a simultaneous dull thud. “What the f…” "Damon. Take him." Milo's voice rang out, weak but determined.

Why is it so hard for normal people to even defend themselves? [I know right! When she threatened her to stop the stream, I thought it would end like this!] [Just because they’ve got a little cash, they think they’re untouchable!] Seeing the wave of indignation, Mira shifted gears to show her true intent—making money. “There are already a hundred and fifty thousand of you here with me. If each of you could donate something to me, it would give me the strength to keep fighting these corrupt elites!” However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through.

This is your last chance to hold on to your pride. "Also, forget about Isabelle; she won't be coming back."