Apocalipsis Novels & Stories

"I know that you need me, but there are three hundred and forty people upstairs who are going to die in twelve days if I'm not strong enough to stand in battle." The silver thread faded. The picture of the Core began to dim, and in its place the sphere showed the continent again, and the red band in the north, and a single number written in the corner in a hand older than my family. The sphere flickered. A path drew itself in the rock, a narrow black stair running down from the floor of the vault into the dark, ending at a door sealed with a ring of tiny, glowing runes. Beside it a line of text I could not read. Then another, and another, and the light folded in on itself, and the stair vani

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

The world did not end with a bang, but with a Binary-Sigh. When Elara’s finger finally made contact with the 'Delete' prompt, the Root-Node didn't explode. Instead, it inhaled. The 99% Countdown froze, the numbers turning into a brilliant, blinding white that bled out from the console, erasing the cathedral of code in a wave of Apocalyptic-Ethereal light.

" How is the apocalypse described in the Bible? Miguel opened his mouth to speak, but it was Anne's voice that sounded closer to me. "There are seven trumpets for every seven days, and seven scourges for each angel who touches her," said Anne, removing the bible from her arm and searching among the sensitive pages of the sacred book. Zylah rolled her eyes when she realized our friend's devotion, but kept quiet; she was much more concentrated on the fainted archangel and hanging over Michael. Anne cleared her throat." Here it says, basically, that as soon as the first angel blows the trumpet, a rain of stones and fire mixed with blood will hit the ground, burning green trees and herbs. At the

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

“But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?” I shake my head. “Of course, I didn’t order the sodding apocalypse, you wanker. Why would I do such a stupid thing when my own son and my mate live on earth? That would be illogical.” Mathias places his hands on his hips, “I think we’re blowing this out of proportion. This is probably just a coincidence.” Azazel snorts. “It could bloody well have been if it wasn’t for the fact that this happened in places that have never experienced earthquakes or

“This shouldn’t be happening for months.” A distant siren wailed somewhere across the sleeping city. Caleb’s expression darkened. “Your return fractured the timeline.” The wind howled violently through the harbor. And then— “The apocalypse isn’t coming,” Caleb said quietly. “It’s bleeding into the present.”

Alejandro smirks. The words feel like a punch to the gut. I know that about Dad. I’ve been his test subject for years… I can hear Charlotte’s heart thud before she moves closer to me, her eyes filled with sadness as she wraps her arms around one of mine. Kiara and Delsanra exchange looks, and Alejandro’s smirk fades as he watches us intently. “So uh… Apophis, as in the Egyptian god of Chaos?” Charlotte asks, trying to lighten the tension.

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.