Apex Future Martial Arts Novel Novels & Stories

Nobody waited for him to approve what was already working. That was when the fear entered his expression. Not fear of the infected. Fear of being unnecessary. A shriek erupted close by. Evelyn spun just as an infected cleared the broken fence and tackled one of the perimeter guards into the mud. The guard hit the ground hard, losing his spear as the infected clawed toward his throat. Rowan reached them first. He didn’t rush wildly. That was what made him terrifying. He crossed the distance through mud and rain like everything around him had narrowed to one problem and one solution. His hand moved beneath his jacket, and the knife appeared almost before Evelyn registered the motion.

Will the height of crimson passion and scarlet Obsession break them apart or The King will fight to the world only for his Queen? *** •Book 5) Her DARK World [Stand-Alone Book] {Story ARIN Arjun Kashyap and DUA Srivastava} ~ Blurb :- In this World of Cruelty, I did something that kept me sane. I went against my family just to protect my sanity.

They were the Next Frequency. Everything had reached its most cosmic note. We had faced the harvester and chosen the "Decay of the Future" over the "Perfection of the Past." "Twelve chapters left, Emma," Félix said, his daggers appearing in his hands. "Then let's teach the kids how to fight," I replied. It closed with the sound of the memory-rain starting again, a rhythmic, vibrant promise that our story was still being written, one messy heartbeat at a time.

UNHOLY FANTASIES PEARL, ROBINSON & BRYAN PEARL'S POV I'm alone in the locker room, lying on the cold, hard metal bench next to my locker. I'm staring up at the ceiling, letting my hands roam up and down my body. I curl my fingers under the tight, cropped shirt I wear with the words MAPLETOWN TORNADOES emblazoned across in gold lettering.

Julian hadn’t just escaped—he’d evolved. They forced their way out of the collapsed building, into a city that didn’t look the same anymore. Drones buzzed overhead, scanning the streets. Every billboard flickered with static. The neon signs that once advertised products now pulsed with cryptic phrases—lines of code, half-hidden messages that felt almost alive. Aiden stared at one: THE FUTURE IS ALREADY INSIDE YOU. “Dante,” he said quietly, “it’s starting.” He turned—and froze. Dante was watching the sign too, his eyes glinting faintly gold. “He’s infecting the wolves first,” Dante murmured. “Our instincts, our signals. That frequency he triggered—it’s rewriting something.”

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

My teeth bit down hard on my lower lip, until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. The craziest revenge I could carry out... was to leave alone, dragging this broken body with me. "Am I pathetic?" Rio didn’t answer right away. After a long silence, a deep sigh came through the receiver. "Hold on for two more days. I’ll arrange everything for your departure." After hanging up, I slumped to the ground and sat there for a long time. I couldn’t see the light outside fade from day to night. At dinner time, Anthony came upstairs and walked into my room on his own.

This was clearly the ultimate technique of the Fox family, The Guide to Slaying a Dragon. Lord Barbenheim’s attainment of The Guide to Slaying a Dragon was clearly much higher than his son, Robert. But he was still way worse compared to Dustin. “Apex Martial Saint… halfway to becoming a Martial King…” Dustin raised his eyebrows slightly. The double whom he had killed in the Wyatt family villa last time was just a Novice Martial Saint. This was an Apex Martial Saint. This must be the right person. “Lord Barbenheim is truly a lord!” When Elijah saw the might of the dragon-shaped pure energy, he was hopeful again.

Crane glanced sharply at Scott, bringing his face closer to Scott’s and squinting. “I think I’ve seen you before,” he mumbled. “Your face is familiar.” “Yeah, you see me in the future. I cause your death.” Crane returned the jeers by slamming the muzzle of his gun against Scott’s temple. Scott groaned and Ciara screamed angrily inside her prison. Displeased with Scott’s haughty behavior, Crane straightened up and walked away from him. Now he headed to Ciara’s side and gripped the bars with his bare hands. “Now, Ciara, I can make this easy… or hard. It all depends on you.”

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.