Apocalypse Magic Novels & Stories

"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.

“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:

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

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

He whispered into his ear but to Alexander, it was as if someone was speaking into his mind. "Alexander, rise up and stand like the great man that you are," Nomar whispered, his voice booming in Alexander's mind. Alexander was not his charge so he could interfere in his affairs. He had used one of his magic abilities to send his voice into Alexander's mind. He was only doing it to help Beatrice because he knew that if Alexander was strong, he would make Beatrice strong too.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.