Apocalypse Mynoghra Novels & Stories

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

He's always dying inside, but no one knows His hands gripped the door handle, trying not to open it with all his might, but in vain He walked out with trembling legs "I want to k-kill myself I'm not going to turn into a monster, I'm not going to drink human blood." He mumbled, his teeth clenched "Argh," his body was in excruciating pain, as if all of his tissues were tearing apart He yelled and growled in an odd animal voice Adrik yelled as he walked through Darwin's room

THE WITHERING GARDEN ~MARCUS BLACKTHORN'S POV~ There is a distinct lack of dignity in the apocalypse. I stood on the terrace of the Silverfang Packhouse, holding a glass of 1996 Bordeaux, watching the world end in slow motion. It wasn't fiery or loud. It was quiet. Grey. And terribly rude.

His slimy tongue running up and down my neck as he groaned and ground his erection into my hip. “Get away from me! Get your hands off of me.” He’d bit down on my neck and I’d twisted just enough to be able to raise my knee, but the blow lacked strength. He’d still grunted and before anything else could happen, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Terrified, I’d stood there as Aaron and Kaleb took in the scene. "Do you even care? Are you even listening?" Bryan's booming voice brought me back to the present and I forced myself to speak.

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."

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

The sky darkened, the once vibrant greens of the forest fading to a sickly gray. The birdsong was replaced by a low, ominous rumble, the ground beneath me trembling. I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach as I saw a figure approaching the guardian, cloaked in shadows. The figure raised its hand, and I saw a glint of something dark and twisted—the Apocalypse Key. “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rising wind. The figure spoke, its voice a dark, sibilant whisper that sent a chill down my spine. “You will serve me now, guardian. Your power will be mine, your strength bent to my will.”

the Goddess said serenely. I looked at my mother, who seemed lost in deep thought. Suddenly, I felt the scorching heat as the moons drew dangerously close. If they had already neared the Dark Realm, then they must be even closer to the rest of the world, bringing the apocalypse—the end of everything. The entire sky blazed crimson, casting an eerie glow over the land as waves of molten lava surged forward, spreading wider with each passing second. The heat was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of burning ground.

00:25:48. Panic, cold and slick, began to seep into the edges of Anton’s control. He looked at the global map, at the nodes representing hospitals, banks, grids. He thought of the chaos, the cascading collapse. The legacy of his name would not be an empire, but an apocalypse.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."