The Second Life Ranker Novels & Stories

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

Male beastmen were divided into four distinct ranks from birth: S, A, B, and C. The higher the rank, the more noble the male was considered. Among them, C-rank beastmen were the most common, B-rank beastmen were considered valuable, and A-rank could be described as exceptionally rare. As for the S-rank, even the elderly Gideon had never witnessed one in his entire life. Females were outnumbered by males here; though they relied on the males for protection, their social status was significantly higher. A female's status depended entirely on reproduction to elevate herself.

Then Raven Hollow itself. Cassian Draven could refuse to accept my rejection for now. The Moon Goddess had given me a second life, and I would not place it in his hands again.

“Not just the queens. Upperclass vamps too. But yeah, the four at the top? They’re the prize patrol. Rules are simple: Rankings update monthly. Points for academics, extracurriculars, ‘social integration’—that’s code for not freaking out around fangs—and whatever mysterious crap the algorithm spits out. Seraphina built the system herself. AI-driven, pulls from campus cams, health scans, even social media if you’re dumb enough to post.” I pulled out my phone, tapped the Bloodmate app that had auto-installed overnight. My profile stared back: Nico Black, 21st, with a progress bar at 45%. Below it, a breakdown—endurance (high, probably from the car wreck survival), adaptability (medium), “intri

The fire cracked in the hearth, casting shadows like wolves across the walls. Her second life had begun. And this time, the hunt was hers.

I shudder and leave the two gentlemen to talk. 'He wants us,' chimes my wolf, I raise my eyebrows at that. 'What do you mean?' 'I could feel it, his wolf has chosen us as his,' There is amusement and worry in her tone, I etch my face in confusion. Two days had gone by and my mind kept wandering to Erickson, he's 32 years old and one of the richest Alphas in America. A soft knock sounds on my door and I groan. Mutinta waltzed in with a bouquet of red roses in her hands.

He violently pressed on the S-rank, but the screen shook in denial, reverting him to his attributes The screen reminded him of the minimum requirements for each rank, and the reality set in. Keagan was currently in the C-Class, possessing a solid foundation but lacking the might necessary to overcome this formidable foe. The path to ascend to A-Class or S-Class seemed daunting, but the urgency of the situation left him no choice. “Incorrect. Your attributes are still too low to attain the S-rank. You need at least a 90 in all attributes to achieve S-rank. Your current attributes only allow you to rank up to a low tier B-rank, would you like me to initialize your upgra… ”

Franky stands up from the couch and runs her hand through her beautiful blonde hair. “I know it feels like we are in a W*****d book or something.” Melina chuckles softly at her statement. “Yes, I can’t believe Thomas is the second in command to a mafia.” “Lower your voice, sis; his bodyguard is outside your door. I don’t think Thomas would be happy to find out I told you his real identity.”

My entire body appears to have gone cold as result of what she said. She doesn't know who my Dad is, and she doesn't know who I am as Patricia. Violet or Isla are the only names she knows of me. In our creed, there are five ranks. The first are the juniors, also known as 'Minarai,' who do not do missions on their own but are paired into S-ranks. Second are the ‘Yōhei' means mercenaries, they take independent missions on their own and had been well trained. Third, there are the S-ranks, or advanced ranks, where all of them have been filtered by the Gurus, indicating that they have all passed, and they usually do more difficult missions.

The second as the familiar place the hand down he flowed a stab directly to the middle sizing the material as it vanishes in ashes distinctly with a mark and color of dark and blue flame. “Lucifer’s flame.” Emie identified as they all smelled the stench that screams the degree of the demon’s ability. “3rd, that’s the rank.” She informed warning the treat that they needed to clean up from the ranking of 7 as the lowest and 1 as the deadliest. “It’s worse than before.” Clicking her camera as it flashes. Registering the images in between, Winona added as they silently assess the situation.