Apocalypse Iii Novels & Stories

“I know how you can control your gift. You only need to help me find the other three Guardians and I'll teach you how to dominate your gift.” Her back went rigid and I could see the muscles in her neck stiffened. She slowly turned her head and looked at me, and again the flash of dark danced over her eyes. “I don’t need your help, I can manage it on my own.” She hissed through gritted teeth. I threw my head back and let out a bark at what she said. “Until now, I have been playing nice. You, them, and all of humanity need a reminder of what I can do. All of you have forgotten what the name Apocalypse means.”

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

“I don’t any Nicolette, but your voice spoke to me while I slept all this time—if You give me the blood of valiant warriors, destruction and chaos, I will make you the most powerful man of all time.” She approaches the man covered only by a robe and looks him straight in the eye. “You can trust Apocalypse; my name means only one thing and that is what your heart craves.” Silver smiles in satisfaction and begins to laugh while his underlings still stare at the woman. “So be it, I’ve been waiting for nothing else for three millennia my dear Apocalypse, welcome to your realm of death—HAHAA!” Silver’s demonic smile echoed in the whole castle. Will the darkness swallow the light? Can fate ever ch

So why did her return suddenly make me feel as though something was being taken away from me? I finished bathing and changed into a simple dress before stepping out of my room. I had barely taken a few steps when I heard voices coming from Cairos’s study. I recognized his voice immediately. Then I heard that woman voice, I slowed down. I didn’t intend to listen, but something about the seriousness in her voice made me stop. “I went after the apocalypse,” She said quietly. “I tried to reach you, Cairos, but there was no way to communicate with anyone. Everything had collapsed, and I didn’t know where you were.”

They rarely expect reassurance. She gives the speech anyway. Because Nora deserves to know. Ben deserves to know. The woman three rows back, nursing an infant beneath a patched blue blanket, deserves to know. And because a leader who tells the truth only when it is convenient is not a leader. She is weather. So Maya stands at the front of the room they build for joy and tells them about the people who build the apocalypse. She keeps it clean. “The collapse wasn’t an accident.” The room settles around the words. “It was made. Deliberately. A small group decided there were too many people in the world and arranged to correct that.”

Megan said and I looked at her in surprise. “That whole assignment was an ambush, Felix and I rampaged through a few states, killing rogue packs of all kinds, they lured us in and I should’ve died that night too,” I said to her. “I’m glad you didn’t,” she said softly. “Sire Albert from Springfield is involved somehow and Abeloth is urging me to go rip his head off, but I want them all. I want every single person that was involved with that ambush, dead. Basil said that this runs deeper than he thought, vampires, dragons, wolves and humans,” I said.

“What do you mean, Samael?” He rose to lean against the bar. “I mean,” he said slowly, “that nothing in Heaven's powers and those vested in the gods can stop this. Humanity's prophecies are coming true. The Kali Yuga, the Third Great Shaking, the Apocalypse, but not in the manner you imagine. John Lennon's song is precisely right. You are witnessing the end of an age.” He walked over to the jukebox and keyed up a song:

Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual. The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not be able to create his body. If I died, everyone else could live…

** I hadn’t touched a single key. **OBSERVATION PERIOD: ACTIVE.** Then, beneath it, glowing steady and impossible to misread — **NEXT REVIEW: 88 DAYS.** My breath caught in my throat. Yesterday it had read eighty-nine. Today, eighty-eight. It wasn’t a fixed date sitting quietly in some old file. It was counting. Actively. Alongside me. One final message appeared beneath it, almost gentle in its wording, which somehow made it worse. **DO NOT PANIC.**

Amanda demanded more information about the unknown event, staring at the warning still hanging inside her vision. “What exactly changed?” she asked, her voice tight. “Tell me what you detected beneath the ocean floor.” A.R.I.S. answered without delay. {Environmental movement detected beneath the ocean floor.} Amanda's stomach tightened. She stared at the words, then toward the distant coastline beyond the unfinished fortress, suddenly unable to breathe normally. “What is moving?” Amanda asked. {Unable to identify the source.} Her fingers tightened around her phone. “How deep is it?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her.