Apocalypse Magic Novels & Stories

“God… She tried so many times.” The memories clearly still hurt him. Aaron could see them playing across his face—Natasha waiting, Natasha speaking, Natasha reaching out, and Josh missing every single sign. “I kept thinking there would be more time.” The regret in his voice felt painfully real. “There is always tomorrow.” Another bitter laugh escaped him. “Except there wasn’t.” Aaron understood that feeling better than most. The apocalypse had taught everyone the same brutal lesson: tomorrow was never guaranteed. Josh sat quietly for several moments. Then he finally spoke the words he had invited Aaron here to hear. “I still love her.”

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.

~O~O~O~ After two weeks of meditating every chance she got, Sophia felt she was ready to give the Life and Death Magic a try. She almost lost her resolve when Helena explained how she was going to practice. Sophia knew that the magic speeds up the creation of new cells inside her body and even brings a near-dead person back as long as the person has magic in his channel left; however, she conveniently forgot the reason for needing those new cells. Helena’s idea was for her to stand still and let her shove a dagger into Sophia’s gut so she could give the magic a try. Sophia wasn’t at all reassured by the fact that her supervisor would be there to heal her if she failed.

The impact only affects his surrounding which causes it to crack, but Viola was leisurely avoiding his spears. "התמחות התעלות" Again to the Transcendence stage, it makes a large impact destroying the ground, but Viola was still standing. The endless spears have stopped. As the dust dissipates. Alkhun first saw Viola grinning. He should have known, simple magic spells won't work. "קסם אפל אינסוף" (Dark Magic Infinity) It was the strongest magic chant.

It was an art magic that they learned on the academy. Gabriel was the best in art magic. Maybe, chanting was his forte. While, he- he's good in runes and chanting too. Actually he got thirty art magic that he made on his own. One of it he uses four days ago when he was fighting the Darfetious armies. His art magic no. 20, the purifying death. It was a magic that of light element. A purifying death is a magic that purifies those who has malice inside them which was best applies on the human beasts creatures but, it can also applied in every beings including the mythical creature. When the light touches one itself, the stronger the malice the nearest to death.

"My arm will be paralyzed for a month if the magic succeeds. But after this, we are even. If you desire any further spells, you must meet the requirements." "Deal!" Zaiper crowed, practically bouncing on his feet, almost unhinged in his delight. "Alright,” the mage’s voice was an ominous echo. “If the magic succeeds, in a few days, His Majesty the First, the mighty and supreme sovereign ruler of Urai, His Grace, Grand King Daemonikai, will lose his mind."

Since the zombie army didn’t dare to get any closer to the city walls, Magus wielded the talisman in his hand again. In the next second, a huge talisman appeared in the night sky out of thin air, just like the deities’ magical weapon. “Forefather of Shamanism! Aid me in my quest to slay the demons! Abracadabra!” Magus pointed at the talisman with two joined fingers. A sudden gale howled around him, and the enormous talisman in the air suddenly squashed down from the sky after spinning several times in the sky. It literally enveloped all of the undead underneath the city wall.