Apocalypse Magic Novels & Stories

Following the light of her hand, soothing flow of vermillion strings emerged from her cut like crimson threads making its way through a deep gash of skin while following the needle. The strings of blood slowly turned into a little orb of ruby, and when Mayari is certain that the poisoned blood has been excerpt from her body, she then stopped the flow of her magic. Her hand's glow slowly fade away like a fire loosing its life and recoiled to a blackish coal, but will soon be ignited when it is needed. Without her magic the red orb lost its float and dropped to the rosy lake with a splash extending the area of blood in the innocent clear snow, preading like a blooming rose above the white wint

She said wild eyed. I chuckled. “No,” I helped her get up. “Guys, look.” Sil pointed at the wall where the black hole first appeared. A ring formed in the wall, a crowded street was on the other side, as if it was some sort of wormhole or something. No one seemed to be paying us any attention. “The Ackbeth.” Luna said with a smile playing on her lips. The place looked like a normal market. Vendors here and there shouting out what they have. Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms.

"The temple also gave you a magic customer service voice. Maybe it has bugs." [Temple records do not have bugs.] I looked up. "You heard that?" The first argument in the new temple was about where people could pee. That was the moment the apocalypse became real to me. Not the dead. Not the system. Not my impossible brother's name burning on a divine tablet. It was Aunt Lan standing in the kitchen with a flashlight under her chin, declaring that if people wanted to survive in a holy place, they could start by not turning the courtyard into a sewer.

She cried actual tears and touched her men like she had been doing it for years. “The black magic,” Hecate stood behind me. Turning, Aphrodite was still missing, but Hecate’s demeanor had darkened. “The black magic laced with dragon’s blood is strong, Odessa. It can wipe out an entire race. Magic grows each day, and this magic is becoming too powerful, even for me. Magic evolves constantly and I can barely control it myself sometimes. It is up to the rulers of Bergarian to snuff it out now before it gets out of hand.” I gripped my dress, hearing her words of warning.

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.

It was hard to believe the dead existed just beyond the walls. The Apex was located in the heart of the district, a grand building with warm golden lighting spilling onto the street. Two clubs operated inside: the main floor was open to everyone — loud music, dancing, laughter, and reasonably priced drinks. But as they walked more inside. They met Aaron. He led them past the main entrance, through a private corridor, and into the exclusive upper level. The moment they stepped inside the private club, the atmosphere changed.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.

Cal could feel the darkness, it was stronger when Tasha felt it too, but right now, it was his anger and frustration feeding it, fueling it, and he needed to let it out. “Fuck!” The maps on the makeshift table in the War Tent went scattering to the ground as his arm swept across it before his hands slammed down on it. “I want Soreno’s head on a fucking spike.” “Actually, Soreno’s doubled down. He wants the demon and its army destroyed so he can focus on making sure the throne is ‘safe from the likes of all you unnatural fucking power wielders’. His words, not mine.” The Prince scoffed. “Does he not understand that magic is the only fucking thing that can save us now?”

I replied a bit uninterested. " There is a secret I never told you, Joanna... Not out of my will but it's because I was never told about it." " Spill the beans already." "There is an ancient magic, it is called the magic of Impunity that Axen just told me about. It is said to purge mortals from all infirmities if it is successfully achieved. However, it can also lead to death if there happens to be even the slightest of mistake." He said. " And, what does that have to do with me? I still do not get what you are driving at. " I asked him as my impatience was getting out of hand.