Apocalypse And You Dramione Novels & Stories

“I, Abbadon, reject you Maya Anderson as my mate.” My heart shatters to pieces. It’s the kind of agony that reminds you that you don’t know real pain. And it’s the last straw. It tears through me like a tsunami. Abbadon reaches out and rips my shirt open just as a bright, blue light explodes from my chest and pierces through him. His eyes go from black to white. He inhales once and crumbles to the floor.

“What do you mean, Samael?” He rose to lean against the bar. “I mean,” he said slowly, “that nothing in Heaven's powers and those vested in the gods can stop this. Humanity's prophecies are coming true. The Kali Yuga, the Third Great Shaking, the Apocalypse, but not in the manner you imagine. John Lennon's song is precisely right. You are witnessing the end of an age.” He walked over to the jukebox and keyed up a song:

Does that mean a quadpod is a breed? My trail of thought is halted by the screams. All the witches’ evil laughter and Draco’s arrogance is gone, only terror. It is so satisfying to watch, but I am sure that we are never going to hear the end of this one. We left the women behind because we thought we were stronger and they are the ones who saved the day. I watch Diana charge towards Draco. I am so proud when her teeth sink in his neck. That’s my mate. It is only when Xylon curses out loud that I notice it. Draco managed to cast a spell breaking the bubble before he died.

“Doesn't matter, shoot them!” A warrior materialized from nowhere and shot darts at us. “Don't forget who you are, Luna Averie.” I pulled the dart out of my shoulders and flung it at the ground. My eyes started to droop. I looked at Dramon, he was shot with a larger dart and had fallen unconscious. “You'll be asleep soon my darling.” My eyes have become so blurry, I can barely keep my eyes open. In seconds I had drifted into oblivion.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

This energy was close to exploding during their fight but the call of its mate managed to stop it from bursting. Then, the Draco saw the heart-rending image of his family dead. Its mate was dead on the floor with one of the weapons piercing its body. Its offspring that never had the chance to see the world lay broken on the floor. The energy within it started to burn with great intensity but due to its fear of dying, it stayed shut inside the Draco’s body. But it kept boiling. The energy wanted nothing more than to escape and manifest itself as the apocalypse itself but the Draco’s fear of death prevented it from appearing.

She fell—through the void, through the endless dark—until suddenly, her body hit solid ground. A sharp gasp tore from her lips. She was back. The Forgotten Path stretched before her, broken and warped. The others landed beside her, dazed but alive. Cassian groaned. "I’m going to kill something." Mira staggered upright. "Preferably whatever that was." Dorian rubbed his temples. "So… just to recap, we accidentally unleashed an apocalypse?" Lena swallowed hard. "Seems that way." A heavy silence settled between them.

His cum. “I hope each and every one of you understood,” he said. And that was it. The final warning. The judgment day. The damn apocalypse. And like good little children facing a god with blood on his hands, they answered. “Yes, sir.” “Yes, Alpha.” And my insides did a backflip. Damon nodded once, satisfied like a lion after a kill, and then casually so casually I wanted to scream, he looked down at the crumpled, bloodied body on the floor like it was trash beneath his boots and said—

After she had washed up herself in the bathroom, Daeira retired to bed with a happy face, and when she closed her eyes, a subtle release of smoke filled the room, sending her into a nightmare that would haunt her. As the dark smoke filled her system, there began a series of events in her dreams, sending her into a programmed apocalypse to reset the pattern of her brain along with a particular memory she made along with the Aryan king. Daeira trembled in her sleep for the fright the nightmare she was having until she bolted awake, panting and disoriented. She darted her eyes around the silence of her room, cursing that very horrid dream of apocalypse and the unwanted coitus against that beast

No wonder they did not want her magic to be accessed. The shadow domes with all of our safe people were making their way up onto the stage. Noriel decided to make it easier and pushed her hand out towards some of the vampires which had just washed them away. I could not help but giggle. Apollo had been my fangirl. Dante had been a fangirl to Caiathus. I was a fangirl of this siren. I looked over and snorted as the shadows ripped the Lord apart. He really should not have attempted anything. He was going to die one way or another, but he signed his death certificate creatively when I got shot.