4 Knights Apocalypse Novels & Stories

" Okay, I'm ready now. I left the room anxious about what might happen today. Arriving at the garden, everything was perfect, I was sure that after this night, everything would work out between us. I went to the table, which was placed perfectly in the center of the garden and sat down to wait for my husband. Meanwhile, I was reading the book about the four kingdoms of the southern continent, about what each one did to prosper: my kingdom, Summer, was the first on the page, it was known for raising healthier animals, both for work and for food. Second was the Spring kingdom, which planted several fruit trees, one more delicious than the other. Third came the Winter kingdom, which produced th

"I understand your unmentioned hatred toward Mafias, and rightly so. But they are different. They are more like us than you think." "Livia is right. They are more like us than even I know." Asa chimed. "And sorry, but Ace would kick your ass, Blake. After all, he and Livia were mentored by a man of deadly force. And he would be disappointed at the behavior you four are displaying." Blake rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Asa eyed Heath and Luca. "On it." Heath stood behind Percy and Blake, while Luca was behind Alaric and Jonah. The next thing we knew, the four were kneeling on the ground.

A unit attacking Cyrus felt wrong to the core. Cyrus did not share the outrage. "Kenneth, they aren't what they used to be. The apocalypse changes people. The ones left standing form an armed organization. They serve only their own structure. You understand? "Aside from stricter discipline and their origin before the collapse, they are no different from the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves we wiped out. Everyone fights for resources to survive. Killing comes with it. I'm used to it." He spoke lightly. Kenneth fell silent. For him, this was a heavy blow.

Aria’s spells blasted gaps in the enemy ranks; Kael’s blade filled them with steel and blood. And slowly, the tide began to shift. Across the canyon, the pack rallied emboldened by their Alpha and the strange, powerful girl at his side. But Velkar watched with cold amusement. “You think this battle is won?” he called. “This is but a test.” He raised his arms and from the shadows came a new force. Not bloodspawn. Not common vampires. Six towering figures, clad in dark crimson armor Blood Knights, sworn elite of the old vampire kings. The warriors of the Northern Pack hesitated, fear rippling through their lines.

Kaen POV We step through the first gate and came to a huge empty room there were 9 kinds of armour from different kingdoms. They each stood on a platform with their names displayed. I recognize all of them, they are the 9 knights that sacrifice themselves to protect the Messiah which brought the end to the War of the Gods. Behind them was the second gate... I turned to Hikaru and exchanged a serious glance which soon turned into a confident one. Let's do this. Gate 1

Knowing that he gave the Southern Boss and Devon the chance to attack because he was distracted earlier, he learned from his mistakes and ignored Leon. "How dare you run your mouth when your doom is near? Let's see how exactly are you going to get rid of the four of us!" ... The Four Apostles were all enraged by Leon's arrogance. The Grand Apostle found the Four Beasts Formation over a decade ago in an ancient site and with the combination of the Four Apostles' strength, even Arthur and the Southern Boss, who were in the Advanced Almighty State, would not survive if they were tripped in the Four Beasts Formation.

They all wilted by the power. Standing afar, all of them gathered in one place, shaking by his level of power. Eyes widened in terror. “What… is this?” Kriss asked at the knight of death standing before him, indulging in the human world. Tristan froze, shaking in fear when the deadliest creature was before him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tristan took a step back in fright, telling them what nightmare they are confronting at the moment. “One of the four strongest demons- Katastrofi…” Tristan whispered, horrifying everyone. Especially Juniper and Ahlum when they said it.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.