Apocalypse Magic Novels & Stories

"You're okay." ​I didn't just feel okay. I felt like a walking nuke. ​The magic was singing in my blood, amplified tenfold by the Alpha spark he had just injected directly into my veins. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the dirt on my clothes, and looked up at the failing purple runes. ​I grabbed the fading magic out of the air, twisted it between my hands, and threw it straight down into the valley. ​The entire gorge flashed a blinding, radioactive violet. A massive dome of solid light crashed down from the sky, instantly vaporizing a thousand undead soldiers before slamming shut directly over the obsidian altar.

When Alice finished the ritual, she didn’t waste any time and released the arc of holy light—their only ray of hope to eliminate all the undead in one go. “TURN ALL THE UNDEAD!” Alice chanted with full force and spread the holy light across the entire magic realm. A blinding light covered the entire magic realm except the part where Demon Lord Samael and the other demons were standing. Everyone stopped attacking and covered their eyes because of the blinding light. The groaning and grumbles of the undead echoed in the entire magic realm as they dissipated into dust. In just a blink of their eyes, the undead disappeared, and everyone yelled in victory. They knew it was Alice’s power who elimi

Musi instructed. “Do you think some magic trick will help you against me?” Apocalypse was sneering at me. All her attention was now focused on me. This would buy the sisters some time to get Xalvy and to get out. “I’m going to stop you from getting the others and getting the fifth element.” I walked confidently toward Apocalypse. She doesn’t scare me anymore. The fire burning in my heart gave me the strength to believe I can handle her. “Even if it is the last thing I will do.”

"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..." Greed laughed heartily, doing his best not to spill his drink. He knew he had all the cards in his hand, Midgard could no longer oppose him and would play his game, however, a strange event happened. The flame reignited with a greenish light, Midgard, a glass of wine in hand, took a sip while smiling, provoking Greed's curiosity. "Is that true? Well, considering how fast we were before, that won't be a problem. Thanks for the information on light magic."

"I grew up stronger and therefore, my powers cannot be traced by low and mid ranking magicians as well. Magic activated fire blast, Mahō hatsudō faiaburasuto!" The two werewolves instantly burned to ashes. Jacob faced King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth. "Magic cancellation activated, Mahō kyanseru hatsudō!" The anti-magic barrier which wrapped the prison has vanished when Jacob enchanted the spell. "Let us get out of here, King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth. I am certain that King Abaddon has already traced my magic power. Come and follow me!" A black portal appeared in front of them and they all entered. Then, they were teleported inside the cave and there were few magicians inside and they kne

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

As he reached out to touch her but was sent flying backward as well. Satan grabbed her arm and dragged her to him like a cat with a mouse. “You want this creature dead?” he whispered in her ear. Amaya nodded as he continued to whisper, I could feel the air thicken with magic as it gathered to her, she spoke another language chanting, then with a yell she focused her magic on Hellebore and it hit her in the chest a crater formed as she slowly because to turn to ash, she screamed as the magic ate away at her flesh, devouring everything until there was nothing left.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one