Apocalipsis Novels & Stories

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

I nod to the waitress to confirm my order and slurp my mojito fiercely. Henry has raised his eyebrows so high you could swear they're touching his hairline. Jones suddenly stands up and apologizes to Henry, "I have an emergency. I can't stay for dinner." I don't have time to react when he leans in to place a kiss against my cheek and whispers: "A dopo (see you later*)."

Chapter 28 – The Curse Valenfort’s earth cracked. From the city’s core, black blood boiled like lava, spreading through ruined streets. Above, the moon vanished entirely — only crimson reflections on collapsed towers. Lucien opened his eyes amid ash. Everything was eerily silent, save his slow, heavy heartbeat. In his hand, Evelyn’s blood-drop still glowed faintly — fragile light in the apocalypse. He remembered the final moment: her breath, broken voice, sorrowful gaze as she dissolved into the gate.

Kael asked coldly. Elric didn’t look up. “Not a line. A storm.” Zareth closed the book with a quiet snap. “If what she said is true, we’re not facing a single god anymore.” Kael leaned in. “Then who are we facing?” Zareth exhaled. “All of them.” The next sign came in the west. A mining village collapsed overnight—not from earthquake, not from flood—but from silence. Every man, woman, and child turned to salt. Frozen in whatever pose they died in—praying, running, screaming.

"I love you too baby girl. So much." Ross created the portal and we stepped through with Aiden leading the way. The sight that greeted us stole my breath. Apocalypse was the only word that fit. The sky flickered between existence and void. Buildings phased in and out of reality. The ground beneath our feet felt unstable like it might dissolve at any moment. Refugees crowded toward our portal. Hundreds of them were desperate and terrified. "We need to stabilise this fast," Ross said while already reaching out with his abilities. "The collapse is accelerating."

Scott asked. “There was another incident near the Vamp Monument. The vampire community was out for a massive reunion and three fledglings were abducted by a group of Apopis– the worshippers of the Apep serpent. Having gained a lot of knowledge about manipulating the power of the sun, the Apep serpent has bestowed upon all his followers a gift of manipulating the sun’s energy. Unfortunately, this disabled all the defences of even the oldest of the vampires; you know the sun is lethal for them. The war was lost within minutes when they were blinded, burned temporarily, or incapacitated by the heat. Before they could think of something else, the Apopises had coiled around the fledglings and had

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

Thousands of Hollows turned away from the highway. They were simply leaving, making room, opening the road. Victor stared in complete disbelief. His voice barely rose above a whisper. "For almost three years..." He watched the endless road slowly reveal itself beneath the departing tide. "...I've defended this highway." His eyes never left Natasha. "And today...I watched the apocalypse move aside." Nobody answered him, because they were all witnessing history.

As the manager, I wished I could split myself into eight just to keep up. I rubbed my temples and forced my tone into something gentler. "Sorry, alright? I’ll get you a fresh box today. Top-tier. Guaranteed sweetness." "That’s more like it." She snorted, then spent another ten minutes complaining about trivial things, like how her dog was in a bad mood today, before finally hanging up. I leaned back in my chair, exhausted, and casually unlocked my phone to check the weather. A breaking international headline popped up: "Unprecedented Decline in Solar Activity Triggers Sudden Flash Freezes Across the Globe".