Apocalypse Mynoghra Novels & Stories

He could still make something of himself. Bang! A heavy impact suddenly sounded against the glass. Ray jerked and looked outside. On the ground lay a hailstone the size of a fist. This wasn't some prank made in a kid's freezer, because the hailstone was dark green. Hail. Ray's heart tightened—then he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The apocalypse had arrived, right on time. Bang! Another hailstone crashed down, this time onto the roof, making a sound like metal slamming into metal. The sky, which had been clear, rapidly darkened, and mist began to rise.

A voice that seemed to echo through the bones of the world, deeper than the mountains, darker than night: “Blood Heir… the world will burn. And you… will fall first.” The shockwave hit, throwing me backward. Rocks and debris tumbled around me. My silver light flared violently, my wolf howling. Theodore surged forward, golden aura blazing, holding me steady. I realized with bone-chilling certainty… This was no longer a battle. This was apocalypse. Energy from the ancient force surged directly toward us. The silver light around me flickered violently. My wolf snarled. Theodore’s golden aura blazed, but even together, we could barely stand.

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

Perhaps, he should have left but he had no where to go and when he had thought being good would earn their love, it only shattered him. He became a puppet in their hands but when he was thrown outside to freeze to death, he knew he was never in their plan. Miles snapped back to reality and in panic, he turned towards the table close to his large window and his eyes met with the calendar. "Miles, I will have the maid chose the dress..." He continues while miles muttered the date with his mouth in shock. Could he be reborn? It's exactly half a month before the cold apocalypse. A disaster that struck the world like a pandemic and eat off even the healthiest.

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.

he asked, and for the first time I heard something under the irritation that sounded almost like unease. I didn’t explain the Collapse. I didn’t mention Sienna, or the street corner, or the version of myself that had died believing he would come back for her. I only told him that from now on, I would be reviewing my own finances personally, and ended the call before he could argue further. He didn’t understand what had changed. But for the first time in ten years, he understood that something had. ----- After the call, I opened my private countdown document and added a new heading beneath the others.

A small green dot floated around, similar to a snowflake. Yanlong's heart chilled. A cold shiver ran through her back. Apocalypse is here a whole eight hours early. How much could this butterfly change? one can only guess. Worse, she was trapped in a bathroom with shower running. She lost her consciousness even as she thought 'I have to sit down'. A thud sounded from the bathroom. The shower is still running. One green snowflake turned to two, two turned to four, soon, It is like a green snow storm out there. Only, not a single person is awake to witness it.

Maybe he didn't exist acting so quickly because he knew my hesitation in wanting to involve my creatures in the human world. "How does it start?" I asked Miguel, feeling his despair blending with mine. I knew that much of the pain he felt in his heart had a good amount of recognition by Kleyphon's severed wings, because not even he was fully recovered from his injuries, and it had been more than a week since it happened." How is the apocalypse described in the Bible? Miguel opened his mouth to speak, but it was Anne's voice that sounded closer to me.

Else, there'd be nobody, none on earth. I did the only thing that made sense. I jumped. And fell to my death. I woke up with a start, looking around. I was in detention. I never thought I'd ever be glad to see myself in detention. "I saw something, something I don't understand. But I was there. I saw it" I said trying to make myself understood. It seemed like I was rambling. Figures. "Guys," I said as soon as I calmed them down. "The Apocalypse is coming, don't ask me how I know, I just do." Damn. That sounded way better in my head.

“When the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse come leaping across this planet while we’re watching it go up in ashes, there won’t be nothing left to believe or doubt. There won’t be nothin’ left of nothin’. And I’m going to be right here at the helm with the Good Lord standing right beside me.” Dink hated it when Sonny Boy started ranting about this Apocalypse shit. “How much is the new shit?” he asked Sonny Boy. “Two hundred a gram.” “Jesus!” “This shit can take you to the man himself.” “Do you have any of that cheap shit left?” “You mean the shit with the speed in it? You’re gonna do that shit instead of this shit?” She was flinging her arms all over the place with her usual flamboyance to ill