Apocalypse Iii Novels & Stories

] [Use immediately? Staring at that word—Infinite—Jake's usually steady heart gave two hard thumps. In this resource-starved apocalypse, what mattered most? Water? Food? Ammunition? No. For Jake right now, as long as the wheels turned, anything was possible. If the wheels stopped, even mountains of gold were scrap metal! Jake instinctively glanced at the left side mirror. In the reflection, a bone-chilling sight greeted him. At the horizon where sky met earth, a massive gray wall of fog—stretching from ground to heavens—was advancing slowly.

Black light erupted from the spreading fractures overhead while ancient symbols across the chamber ignited violently. And then the truth flooded outward. The Heart had once attempted forced convergence itself. Long before the sanctuary existed. Long before the founders. It had created the original synchronization catastrophe trying to eliminate emotional suffering forever. The Forgotten One had not corrupted convergence. The Heart had created it. Silence crashed across the chamber. Even the converged wolves hesitated. Kael stared upward slowly. “You are telling me the giant emotional god-eye caused the original apocalypse?” The Heart’s voice trembled now. I sought peace.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

"Isabella, you've worn that mask for centuries. Aren't you sick of it yet?" Damien slammed the recording device down in front of her, his voice as cold as the grave. "You've truly opened my eyes." Isabella's hand trembled as she picked up the device and played the fatal recording. Her own voice emanated from the speaker, the venomous words, the triumphant confessions. From initial shock, to growing horror, to final despair. The change in her expression took only a few seconds. But the collapse of her world was instantaneous and absolute. Then, she crawled to Damien's feet, her voice a desperate plea.

“We saw the storm — the sky split in half. We thought this place was a mirage. But you—” “I’m preparing,” I said simply. “And now, so are you.” ⸻ That night, as they rested, I sat by the Fountain — or what remained of it. The cracks in the Sanctuary’s barrier worried me. If the undead could breach it once, they could do it again. The apocalypse wasn’t waiting for ten days. It was accelerating. [System Alert: Temporal Distortion Detected] [Cycle Compression: Ten Days Remaining → Seven] My chest tightened. The cycle was collapsing faster.

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

Lily's expression changed. "I don't know what you're talking about..." She edged behind my mother. "I've never been here." Mrs. Grace smiled. "Then how did you find this place?" She turned and pulled up a segment of security footage. The timestamp was three months ago. By then my wolf was nearly gone. I had almost nothing left: no taste, no smell. I couldn't eat. My limbs had gone stiff, and I barely had the strength to lift my arms.

"We're here because of the apocalypse! So let's set aside other stuff for later. Please." My cheeks were flushed. Leno was shaking with laughter (how I wanted to pour gravy down his shirt) and Helene gave me a knowing wink. Dad cleared his throat and we all turned to him. "Right. The apocalypse," said Dad, looking bemused. "Well, technically, it's the Second Wane, and the TriWorld doesn't like the use of terms like the apocalypse since it may affect public morale. However, it is quite appropriate. There are many things we need to prepare for because of this. I considered putting off my announcement, but since there's no guarantee that any of us will be alive after two years, I decided that n

“It’s quieter now, but not gone.” So, the danger was not over. Nevertheless, all of a sudden, something else had to happen. “You feel that too?” Ceres asked, as she could see in my eyes that I had sensed something coursing through us. “It’s like a connection.” “It’s not just a connection,” Sheila said suddenly,“It’s a bond.” Zane frowned, “What kind of bond?” She looked between me, Ceres and my stomach. “A triple Apocalypse bond,” she answered. “What does that mean?”