Apocalypse And You Dramione Novels & Stories

⸻ Dark clouds gathered overhead. Lightning flashed across the sky. ⸻ As if nature itself was listening. ⸻ The Fallen Celestial continued staring. ⸻ Then— It knelt. ⸻ The entire battlefield froze. ⸻ Lucian immediately stepped in front of Amara. ⸻ Kael blinked. ⸻ “…Did the apocalypse just kneel?” ⸻ Dante looked exhausted. ⸻ “At this point nothing surprises me anymore.” ⸻ The Fallen Celestial lowered its head.

Whatever that door was, she had spent a long time pretending it was not there. The Below-Prayer knew better. [Target: Ava Monroe.] [Status: incompatible with mortal life.] "That sounds important," I said. Ava's grip tightened on the crowbar. "I said ignore it." The shelter fire bent inward. People cried out as cold swept across the hall. The Below-Prayer pressed its folded hands to the floor. "Give me the healer, and I will leave your broken god standing." Ava laughed once. Not brave. Bitter.

She was not one to pray and hope but at that moment, all she could do was hope for a miracle and pray to the goddess inside her for assistance. She found her heart beating loudly as if the other person inside of her was trying to communicate with her. Diana tried and failed to get anything besides a sharp migraine. Not once did it work. It never did. Times like this made Diana question a lot of things in her life but one thing was certain... her purpose. {•} The march out of the Moonshine pack was stealthy and swift. Scouts had already located the zombies camp. For some reason, Doctor Young decided to put the Zombies all together.

"This is the Blackwood Project files. Every name, every donor, every politician who funded this mess. If we get out, the world will know the truth." The elevator stopped. The doors didn't open; they were ripped off their tracks from the outside. A wave of heat hit them. The upper lab was a disaster. The ceiling was partially collapsed, showing the dark sky outside. Rain was pouring in hissing as it hit the wreckage. In the center of it all stood the Apex. Damon was no longer the man Elara loved. He was seven feet tall a mix of fur and black scales. His skin was glowing with crimson runes. He was surrounded by soldiers. They weren't shooting. They were screaming as he moved through them.

It brought out the otherworldly light in his eyes and made him look like a God instead of a werewolf king. I could tell by the way his lips parted and pupils dilated that there was much he wanted to say, but that would mean pulling his focus away from the trap we were about to walk into—the game we were about to play. “Apollo drank the potion?” Adley asked, glancing uneasily at the door. “He did.” Dain replied without looking away from me. His lips twitched, “…he’s adjusting.” Seconds later the doors swung open and Apollo—Ally walked inside.

Her shiny blonde hair billowed behind her, and she wore a face full of makeup. She flung herself into Ryan's arms excitedly while pouting her freshly painted lips. "I knew I could rely on you, Dr. Costa. I knew you'd wait for me!" Ryan pretended to be indifferent, but he quickly looped an arm around her waist and headed for the helicopter. "Of course." Just as the helicopter prepared to descend and pick us up, a deafening crash was heard! A dark mass of zombies broke through the barricade and surged toward us.

he tapped her nose affectionately (which she slaps away, disgusted), “…and as I was saying, since once of our own is involved, it is my duty, as the god of the sun–and a whole lot of other awesome stuff!–to ensure that you, our sweetest Poppy, will be saved from whatever weird mating ritual that was being unfairly forced upon you by the likes of that good for nothing, dirty little–wait, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” Proserpina was already half-way stepping inside the house when Apollo had a half in mind to run after her. Sighing, she leans tiredly on the locked door, pointedly ignoring the way the door shook and rattled loudly behind her, no thanks to a god’s ungodly racket… only to find herself lo

“It requires you to be an actress, Rachel. You’ll have to be seen as the wavering leader. People will look at you with pity. Or worse, with contempt.” “I’ve survived worse than a few dirty looks, Damon,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’ve survived being a prisoner. I’ve survived being an outcast. If a bit of public weakness saves this pack from a famine, I’ll take it.” Damon leaned down, his forehead resting against mine. “Seven days,” he whispered. “We give the lie seven days to take root. If it hasn't worked by then, we end the theater and we go to the border with steel.”

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.