Apocalypse Monsters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

They killed the child, and now the mother came seeking revenge? But that didn't make sense either. The apocalypse had begun only a little over four months ago. Setting aside how long animal pregnancies normally lasted, even if one had somehow given birth during this short period, how could the offspring possibly grow that enormous so quickly? That was way too absurd. Could an entire family of monsters have mutated together? Ray quietly listened to the discussions happening inside the room. He wasn't an expert in biology or weaponry, so hearing other people's theories was more useful. Sure enough, everyone else was just as shocked as he was.

(Jax’s POV) Lucian had finally gone too far. Undead. On my base. The stench of swamp rot followed Marie wherever she slithered, and now every hunter had that look, fear disguised as discipline. Wolves, we understood. Monsters we could shoot. But this? This was blasphemy wearing a woman’s half-beautiful face. I marched beside Lucian while he ranted about power and kings and destiny. “You brought her here,” I snapped. “You brought them here. Hunters hunt monsters, we don’t bed them.”

Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us. They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked. Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

They didn't have lower jaws; their faces split open from the throat up, revealing multiple rows of needle-like teeth that dripped with a clear, acidic saliva that hissed as it touched the iron rails. The New Breed monsters didn't target Kaden or the enforcers. They threw themselves into the crowd of fleeing refugees, their long, spider like limbs skewering the older wolves and dragging them into the dark track beds with a terrifying, efficient silence. Elias let out a sharp, breathless gasp from behind Laila, his hands flying to his temples as his silver eyes began to spin with a frantic, erratic light. He told Laila that the frequency was too loud. He said the monsters weren't hunting; they

People still checked phones with no signal, locked doors that ghosts ignored, and argued about property lines while the dead waited politely on the sidewalk. The strangest part was how ordinary fear became once it had chores. A man could be terrified of his dead wife in the mirror and still ask where to put donated blankets. A child could carry incense with both hands and complain it smelled like old homework. No one got used to it. They only got better at moving before fear froze them. Zhao Feng's burning whistle dragged him back by the ankle. The living survivors saw it on every incense flame. For the first time since the apocalypse began, gods looked afraid of human law.