Apocalypse Bringer Novels & Stories

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

After a moment, I finally spoke slowly, "Brother Evan, I didn’t mean to hide this from you. What I’m about to say might sound a little strange." At this point, I trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it into words. Mom placed the fruit on the coffee table and handed each of us a strawberry. "Just say it. It’s all over the news now. How much longer could you have hidden it from him?" "I was reborn," I continued. "In my past life, the apocalypse began on December 12th. I only survived for two years!" "The apocalypse? Reborn? Not a war?" Evan Olson was stunned. His entire worldview shattered.

They had just given Core Prime true consciousness. The real apocalypse had officially begun. Not as an enemy, but as a mystery that had just awakened from its slumber.

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

Being a saint was the deadliest during an apocalypse. [Ding! The human body fishing ended successfully. Time to settle the rewards!] [Congratulations, you've received: 1 small nuclear fusion generator, 1 high-pressure water gun, 1 indoor soilless cultivation base, 3 premium cold-resistant combat suits!] Looking at the generator that was flashing blue in the system storage, I was elated. With this thing around, our home could still feel like spring all year round, even if the power outside was completely cut off. We could even have a barbecue.

And after that, his Master Plan could begin. Kyle smiled wide. The apocalypse he’d always dreamed of was finally here. There was only one tiny thorn in his side. It was the tiniest of thorns, but still, it lingered. Caitlin. That girl. He hated prophecies, and he especially hated the prophecy swirling around her. He hated her lineage. She being the One. The only one who, according to Scripture, could put an end to this apocalypse. He knew it was all nonsense, but the problem was, the other vampires didn’t. They believed in it. And that amounted to psychological warfare.

"Oh, no, we don't need threats, blackmail is a horrible way to deal, bribery is much better." "And how do you plan to convince me?" "You'll like it, you already know that the Twilight of the Gods is coming, right? Lust has fully awakened, making us the last. Do you understand what that means?" A new silence settled. In this darkness, Midgard's eyes closed and her lips trembled. "... When?" "In less than a year, in a few months, the first wave will hit. This is the time that remains before the rifts lead the apocalypse into this world. This is the time that you have left to take our body, Before..."

The young cherubim was so astonished with the fact that an apprentice angel who was an heir to the seven pillar’s seat smiled at her that she failed to notice the chilling gaze of his stormy ashen eyes as if all the depravity of the Heavenly World were swirling behind his thick silver lashes. “Hi! Just call me Sky. May I know when the seven pillars will arrive?” asked Apollo Sky. His voice was gentle like every citizen of the Benevolent World thought of. If only they knew that he was on the verge of betraying his kin because of a Halfling, not because he liked her in a romantic sense of the word but because she was someone he could never be and just by looking at her, it was like he was seei

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.