Apocalypse Base Novels & Stories

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

So he went to the very beginning. In the dimly lit, subterranean base, the air was thick with tension as Asmo addressed his elite squadron. The base itself was a labyrinth of steel corridors and reinforced concrete chambers, designed to withstand any assault. The walls were adorned with monitors displaying surveillance feeds and tactical maps, casting an eerie glow across the room. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the gravity of the impending confrontation with Satan.

"Not there yet, but close.” Salvatore wants us to meet at the old Mine at Apalon Town. Kimberly can’t possibly be there, but it can’t be far.” “Check the G****e Map. Quick!” I ordered the tech bro's The screen showed the G****e Map around. “"Wait a minute," the second tech bro said, his brows furrowing. Did you just say the old mine at Apalon Town?” “The mine is shrinking. It was built on swampland. In fact, Apalon Town is about to be swept away because it’s not safe, let alone the mine,” the tech guy exclaimed.

she smiled at her, “but let’s sit now because our teacher may come in any minute.” Our teacher exactly walked in so we all stand up and greet her good morning, “ Good morning 4-B, I have something to announce.” She searched for something in his bag and pull out a piece of paper, “ As everyone knows, the Foundation Day of our school is tomorrow so I want your section to have an event booth, so the booths that are not being taken are a photo booth and marriage booth. Which ones would like to do?” Lily, our class president, raises her hand, “I think we should do a marriage booth, everyone. Raise your hands if you agree.”