Apocalypse And You Dramione Novels & Stories

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

The familiar scent of Damian’s cologne drifted through the room, turning her stomach. Three months. That was all Evelyn had. Maybe less. If the timeline changed, her chest tightened sharply at the thought. In her first life, the early reports were slow to start. Violent assaults.Animalistic behavior.Quarantine rumors online. Then came the first videos. Then the panic buying. Then the blackouts. Then people started eating each other in the streets. Evelyn grabbed her laptop from the desk near the window and opened it with shaking hands. “What are you doing?” Damian asked.

Ability users’ strength also diminishes when it is used constantly. That is why they need zombie cores to replenish their energy. But in her case, she can drink water from the fountain. She sat down closely beside Adrian and looked at the man in front of her. As expected, there was a calculating glint in his eyes, others may not notice it but she has seen all kinds of people in the apocalypse. She had learnt to be a better judge of character or at least expressions. Even if the man in front of her was expressionless she knew for sure that he was planning something.

"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

"What kind of something?" "A journal." His grip tightened a bit around mine. "She had plans in place... even if she failed." I barely breathed. "Plans?" He nodded, his expression turning dark. "And a name. Someone we don't know." Dread curled in my stomach like smoke. "Who?" I asked, barely above a whisper. Damon's gaze met mine. "Elijah." The moment the name left his lips, a shiver ran down my spine. I didn't know why, but deep down I knew one thing for certain. Maya might be dead, but the danger wasn't over. Not yet.

"You have 1000 years to fulfill your mission. Fail, and you’ll never move on. Not to heaven. Not to hell. You’ll be lost, FOREVER......" "I am Thanatos," he added. "The god of peaceful death." He didn’t look cruel. He looked tired—tired of centuries of watching humans break. His wings were vast and dark, but there was serenity in his presence. Before I could respond, he touched my forehead—and I blacked out again. ******* I awoke to my mother’s sobs. "Cullen, please… wake up, I couldn't live without you!" Her voice shattered me. I realized then that Thanatos was right. If I died, she would too.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.