Apocalypse Bella Novels & Stories

The apostles are taken aback by this sudden change of form with a thought of lust crossing the mind of all female apostles save for say Eliza BELPHEGOR : Oh my, even with such divine power you ladies still have such dirty thoughts, well what else can be expected from the daughters of men ELIZA : I’m guessing you are not here to talk about such things so what do you want?? BELPHEGOR : I am here for your heads.. (with a dark smile on his face) ELIZA : Tch… …………. [ FLASHBACK ENDS ]

"But this can't go on forever, right? We can't just stand by and watch them keep dying." Cyrus smiled and shook his head. "It won't last long. Whether from shortages or from killing each other, most of these people will die quickly in the apocalypse." Kenneth swallowed hard. He no longer knew what to say. Just then, through the wind and snow, a woman in a fur coat trudged toward them. "Cyrus, I want to renegotiate our cooperation." It was Lyla, the leader of Building 9. Her clothes were stained with dried blood, clear evidence of the brutal fighting she had survived the night before.

She growled at her, pressing her shoulders Yona was taken aback by Bella's sudden mood swings; just moments before, she was speaking so nicely, and now she is frightening to even look at "Ouch! My shoulders hurts. Bella ignored Yona and lifted her chin to face the mirror "Who are you, girl? I can tell by your eyes that you are not a wolf. Yona looked at the reflection of Bella in the mirror; her eyes were burning yellow, which was terrifying to see She shivered in terror and closed her eyes Bella choked her face and forced her to open her eyes after witnessing her behaviour "I asked, 'Who are you? Yona began to cry in agony, her body shivered in fear

"Bella..." My arm stretched out hopelessly, as if I could somehow reach her, protect her from the monster looming over her. I felt a wave of despair wash over me, knowing I was powerless to save her. My vision began to tunnel, and I knew I was running out of time. With a Herculean effort, I tried to speak again, my voice cracking with desperation. "Run...Bella...run..." Bella's POV I was frozen in terror, my feet rooted to the spot as the vampire approached me. His golden pupils glowed like embers, illuminating the dark iris of his eyes. I felt small and insignificant in his powerful aura, like a tiny mouse caught in the gaze of a hungry hawk.

She wasn't satisfied with her first video, so she deleted it and restarted the recording, “Hello, my name is Bella, and my application for the spot as the CEO's PA was approved. Plus, before you ask me any questions, I should let you know that I'm very hardworking when it comes to…. No way!”. Bella didn't finish talking, she put the laptop on her lap aside and jerked up all of a sudden, while her heart skipped a beat. “No, no, no! Why is that dangerous guy here?! What is he even doing here!?”. Bella panicked and was already thinking about running away.

"We know, Anna. Bella already told us." “Y-you knew? She told you?" "Yes." Leo nodded and turned toward the door and called out, "Bella, come in." The door pushed open, and Bella stepped into the room. The monstrous, mocking viper from the burning parlor was gone. She was dressed in soft, oversized clothes, her head bowed, her eyes red and streaming with fresh, pathetic tears. She looked small. Fragile. Sickeningly innocent.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

Bella said, “Of course I can. I am Bella Li. The apprentice of your great-uncle, and also a phoenix. I have the ability of life and death.” Crown Prince’s eyes lit up. “Yes, you are the symbolization of life and death. For you can come back after death. Bringing with you a light of hope,” he thought. He lifted her in his arms and put her on the bed. “I don’t want you to overexert yourself.” “I won’t,” she smiled at him. “You can’t overdo anything.” “I’m fine after last night, aren’t I?” she chuckled at him. He tapped her on the nose and said, “Yes. I guess.”

Bella sneers, ready to end me once and for all. But I will not go gently into the night, I will not go down without a fight. With the last bit of my strength, I shove Bella away. I hear Bella gasp and she topples backwards into the lava. The fires immediately begin their cruel work. “Nooooooo!” her screams rattle the chamber and she curses my soul. I watch in mute terror as she trashes in a torture nobody could deserve. The lava melts through her flesh and she sinks deeper and deeper, crying for help.

Behind her, Ezekiel’s presence pulsed, vile and heavy, his army spilling into view like a tide of shadows. Sadie froze mid-step. Her eyes locked on Bella. Bella stood motionless, bathed in moonlight, honey-gold hair spilling down her back in silken waves. She looked ethereal, too angelic for this battlefield, her crimson gown flowing around her like blood itself. Not fragile—never fragile—but radiant, a vision that both soothed and terrified me. She looked like a bride the darkness itself wanted to claim. “You?” Sadie gasped, fists clenching at her sides, venom dripping from the single word.