

The end of the world was upon us, but there weren't enough spots for evacuation. The roars of the zombies echoed in my ears as my fiancé, Oliver, gritted his teeth and pulled me onto the rescue vehicle—securing the last available seat. I arrived safely at the survivor base. Lina, his first love, did not. The zombies tore her apart. Oliver still went through with our marriage, but I never expected that he had only done so to make me suffer. In his eyes, I was the one who had killed Lina. If she had to endure such agony, then I should, too. For five years, he hated me. My life was worse than that of a stray dog scavenging for food on the street. On the day my divorce was finalized, he kidnapped me, dragged me into the wilderness, and wrapped his fingers around my throat. Then, he threw us both into the swarm of the undead. When I opened my eyes again, I was somehow reborn on the day the apocalypse began. The rescue team was shouting impatiently, "One more! We have room for one more—hurry!" I turned to Oliver, watching his hesitation. Then, with a quiet smile, I took a step back and let someone else have the last seat.

Our pack was forcibly dissolved for provoking a war. The Werewolf Council issued a new decree. All young wolves who hadn't participated in the war were required to undergo a heart blood extraction within one month to complete an aggression gene screening. Those who passed could join a new pack. Those who didn't would be expelled and cast out as rogues. Sophia, a white wolf, suddenly claimed that her father was the chairman of the Werewolf Council. She said she could get her father to exempt everyone from the screening and grant them unconditional entry into the Blackstone Pack. Our friends believed her and simply waited for her to lead them into the new pack. I urged everyone to complete the screening as a backup plan. That irritated Sophia. She mocked me for being clueless and making everyone suffer for nothing. "Some of them might carry the aggression gene. If they fail the screening, are you going to take responsibility?" My boyfriend Silas said I was too jealous and didn't want anyone else to have it good. Left with no choice, I reported what was happening in the pack to the Council. Sophia was immediately stripped of her membership for identity fraud and obstruction of the merger. Without the pack's protection, she died in the wilderness. At the time, every member of the pack said she deserved what she got and thanked me for saving them. But after we entered the new territory, Silas stabbed me with a silver dagger. Not a single pack member standing by lifted a finger to help me. "All we had to do was endure a little pain from the blood draw. Sophia lost her life!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Sophia declared herself the chairman's daughter.

Reborn in a post-apocalyptic world, she uses hidden knowledge and a secret edge to grow stronger alone, all while protecting those she loves most.

In her past life, Xamira was betrayed by her lover and his scheming mistress, enduring eight miscarriages orchestrated by their cruelty before dying in agony. Reborn with vengeance in her heart, she married Jotham Shadforth—the ruthless billionaire who ruled Solthar with an iron fist. To her surprise, he showered her with unwavering devotion, and their passionate union soon blessed them with a child. But as Xamira plotted to make her enemies pay, a dark truth threatened to unravel her new life. Would her second chance end in triumph or tragedy?

A hundred years from now, Kiera Lynn, the strongest spirit master alive, is betrayed and struck down by the four contract-bonded partners she trusted most, the people she thought would stand with her to the end. She opens her eyes again at fifteen, three hundred years in the past, her spirit core still dormant and her pockets empty, with nothing but the memory of exactly how and when each of them will turn on her. This time she means to strike first, hunting down her future enemies before they ever grow strong enough to betray her. But revenge doesn't stay simple for long. The knight she remembers as cold and rigid is, at this age, reckless, hot-blooded, and painfully sincere, practically a walking ray of sunshine. The Declan Cole she remembers as brutal is a starving, battered boy throwing himself between danger and the cub he's desperate to protect. The prophet she remembers as sharp-tongued and untouchable is instead chained half-starved at the top of a tower, forgotten by everyone. And the Wolfsbane Clan's young lord, who seems bright and easygoing on the surface, is quietly carrying a blood debt no one has ever avenged, bullied by the very people who should protect him. One by one, the enemies Kiera came back to kill turn out to be nothing like the monsters she remembers, and her carefully plotted path of vengeance starts pulling her somewhere she never expected to go.

In my previous life, my girlfriend's childhood friend impersonated a rich heir and messed around with the fake power he had. I exposed him, and he crashed his car into me. In my final moments, my girlfriend's sister begged on her knees, pleading for my girlfriend's aid, hoping she could save me, but my girlfriend did nothing. "He wouldn't do that. Zacharias is beyond this. He would never dirty his hands for a nobody like this guy. He might be my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean he can do anything he wants. He'd better know his place." My girlfriend's sister remained on the ground for three days. In the end, Zacharias dragged her away, violated her, and killed her. Even at my dying breath, my girlfriend was still covering up for her childhood friend. She refused to believe Zacharias hit someone with a car and violated her sister. And then I was reborn. This time, I did not beg and plead for my girlfriend to give me a moment of her time. I called my brother instead. "Hey? Yeah, it's me. Some bastard impersonated me and is dragging my name through the mud. I need you to take that guy out. Also, I'm not marrying Annabelle Lawson. I'm taking her sister instead." I gave the Lawsons a lot of resources so they could grow, and what did I get in the end? An ungrateful woman who would leave me stranded and dying all for another man. With all their resources pulled, Annabelle and her childhood friend would be saying goodbye to their good old days and hello to their personal hell.

Just because I agreed to cover my adoptive sister's shift, I was beaten half to death by the patient's furious family.My brother David, a police officer, found me.And my childhood sweetheart Nick, a brilliant forensic pathologist, successfully saved my life. From childhood to adulthood, I had always been the one most doted on by my brother and Nick.But I never imagined that the ones who would truly send me to hell were them.My police officer brother David threw me into the bed of the most perverted rapists.He watched coldly as I was violated and tortured, without a flicker of emotion.When I had been abused beyond recognition, it was Nick who took me away.But he didn't save me. Instead, at the brink of death, he dismembered me.Natalie:" Why?"Nick:" You shouldn't have fought with Mia for our affection."My adoptive sister, Mia?But I was the one who was supposed to have all of this…I'm not willing to accept this!Now, I've returned to that fateful night when everything began. This time, I won't let them succeed. "None of you who plotted against me will get away. "

After the great war between humans, vampires, werewolves, and elves, an agreement was made that hybrid offspring would rule the world. Every century, alliances through marriage between humans and those three clans would decide the next ruler. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would claim power for their line. In my previous life, I chose to marry Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf pack, known for his fierce loyalty. I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal. Our child became the next world ruler, and Jax gained immense power. My sister had lusted after the elves' beauty and married into their clan. But the elf prince slept with every female in the forest. In the end, my sister caught a disease that left her barren. Jealous and bitter, she set a fire that burned me and my young pup alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the racial alliances. My sister had already slept with Jax first. I knew she had been reborn too. But she didn't know that Jax was brutally savage with his mates, having torn countless she-wolves apart in his bed during his ruts.

Just because I agreed to cover my adoptive sister's shift, I was beaten half to death by the patient's furious family.My brother David, a police officer, found me.And my childhood sweetheart Nick, a brilliant forensic pathologist, successfully saved my life.From childhood to adulthood, I had always been the one most doted on by my brother and Nick.But I never imagined that the ones who would truly send me to hell were them.My police officer brother David threw me into the bed of the most perverted rapists.He watched coldly as I was violated and tortured, without a flicker of emotion.When I had been abused beyond recognition, it was Nick who took me away.But he didn't save me. Instead, at the brink of death, he dismembered me.Natalie:" Why?"Nick:" You shouldn't have fought with Mia for our affection."My adoptive sister, Mia?But I was the one who was supposed to have all of this…I'm not willing to accept this!Now, I've returned to that fateful night when everything began.This time, I won't let them succeed. "None of you who plotted against me will get away. "

Before we submitted our college applications, the popular girl in our class, the billionaire’s daughter, suddenly said she could get all of us into Harvard or Yale. “My parents donated several buildings to those schools. Getting you all admitted is nothing.” Most of my classmates’ college entrance exam scores were still a long way from those schools, but they believed her. They gave up submitting their own applications and counted on her to pull strings so they could get into college. In my last life, I realized her promise was unreliable. I immediately urged them not to give up on their applications, to keep a backup plan, and I called their parents one by one. But that infuriated the popular girl. She mocked me for being poor and said I did not understand how the upper class worked. She claimed I had ruined everyone’s future. My boyfriend also snapped at me for being jealous. “You’re just jealous that Lissy’s family is rich. You can’t stand the thought of all of us going to Harvard or Yale. So what if you have good grades? You could work your whole life and still never catch up to what her family built over three generations.” For the sake of our three years as classmates, I did not argue with them. But before the deadline, when I found out they still had not submitted their applications, I called the police and exposed the popular girl’s fake identity. The popular girl was condemned by everyone. In despair, she jumped into a river and killed herself. My classmates all said she deserved it and thanked me for saving their futures. But at our class farewell dinner, my boyfriend poisoned my drink, and the entire class watched coldly as I writhed in pain. “At worst, we would have lost our chance at college. Lissy lost her life!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the popular girl claimed she could pull strings for us.