Apocalypse Manhwa Novels & Stories

We were eating and enjoying ourselves when Rai, Liam and Ayla appeared in distress. "All of the Reaper's and witches' sections have been destroyed. Luric was able to regenerate himself. We know it was him because Arram sent a video before being wiped from existence. Our parents are no more," my brother said with a sob as he fell to his knees.

“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:

Meph follows the sound by instinct, only to notice his new tattoo — the black little snake around his wrist — is glowing red, projecting a hologram of a game panel right above its little snake head, one that moves along with his movements. The panel looks like an old fashioned computer screen. Lines of green words over a pitch black background. Ugly as hell. There is really no need for the angels to localize the trial to the first glimpse they took on the human civilization. Such a weird combination of magic and ancient computer tech is like seeing a tissue section of the failed civilization that ran itself into extinction. Lines of words fly up on the screen, pushing the previous line up as

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

Samantha replied with an unhappy smirk after hearing Evander's words. Samantha raised her hand and made a gesture. Poppy, who saw this, quietly furrowed her brow in confusion, and a moment later, two men with dangerous smirks on their faces began to approach Poppy and Evander. “Looks like you need to be reminded of the consequences of offending me, Evander.” Samantha stood up from her position and nodded her head towards Poppy and Evander. Realising that something dangerous was about to happen, Poppy helped Evander to his feet. Poppy did not expect Samantha to react so aggressively. It turned out that life in a post-apocalyptic world was indeed very dangerous.

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

"Oh, no, we don't need threats, blackmail is a horrible way to deal, bribery is much better." "And how do you plan to convince me?" "You'll like it, you already know that the Twilight of the Gods is coming, right? Lust has fully awakened, making us the last. Do you understand what that means?" A new silence settled. In this darkness, Midgard's eyes closed and her lips trembled. "... When?" "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..."

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen

"If they choose not to participate in your Convergence?" "Then reality fractures anyway, but uncontrolled. Billions die as dimensions collapse into each other randomly." Seraphine's expression was serious. "The Convergence is happening whether we want it or not. The barriers are failing. We've been tracking the degradation for centuries. In eighteen years, they collapse completely. The only question is whether we guide that collapse or let it destroy everything." "You're saying the apocalypse is inevitable," Marcus said. "I'm saying change is inevitable. Whether it's apocalyptic depends on preparation."