Apocalypse Nightcrawler Novels & Stories

Before I could answer his sarcastic remark, I felt two other presences stir. Fenrir, Colt’s wolf, and Odin, Draegan’s wolf. One by one, they emerged from the darkness of our minds, their massive forms taking shape around Raymond’s bed. Anubis appeared first, his midnight-black coat shimmering beneath the moonlight spilling through the windows, dark-gray stripe patterns running through his fur and catching the pale silver light. His blood-red eyes swept across the suite, sharp and alert as he took in every corner before finally settling on Raymond. The fierce intensity that usually burned behind his gaze softened as he approached the bed. He lowered his massive head, carefully gauging the spa

Suddenly, the Nightcrawler begins to jerk within my grasps, its body twitching aggressively as I loosen my grip in surprise, causing my hold to unlatch from around it. The Nightcrawler clutches its head in a craze, its pointed nails digging into its own flesh as it writhes on the floor in what appears to be burning agony. Its eyes begin to bulge unnaturalistically, protruding from its skull as tar-like blood begins to drip down from its cavern-like nose while the creature splutters for air before completely collapsing down onto the ground, halting still as its cry dies along with its outburst of energy. In one last motion, the Nightcrawler inhales heavily; its veiny chest deflating staggerin

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss At the end of Chaos and Apocalypse, which character returned? A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss Which character summoned hell upon Hades?

"When I detonated the Void-Drive, the code rewrote the environment... but it rewrote the surviving wildlife, too. We accidentally created apex predators." Dax didn't hesitate. The peace of the porch was over. The President of the Iron Wolves was back on the clock. He tapped his earpiece, switching to the Vanguard's encrypted channel. "Reaper. Sienna. Tank," Dax barked, his voice ringing out across the quiet lake. "Vacation's over. We have a massive, unidentified Crawler breached in Sector 4, under attack by hostiles. Mount up. Heavy iron, explosive rounds, and Phase-Drives hot."

AVA I woke up with a strange feeling. It felt like someone was watching me. When I opened my eyes, I realized my instincts were right. A nightcrawler! His eyes are red and he’s watching me closely. I gasped and jumped up from the bed. I wanted to take my chances and run for it but the nightcrawler appeared before me in a matter of seconds, blocking me from my only exit.

--- (DRACO CLUB) The Draco Club was alive, pulsating with energy as neon lights bathed the night in a kaleidoscope of colors. Inside, the beat of the music synchronized with the crowd's collective heartbeat, filling the air with electric anticipation. Laughter and murmurs wove through the atmosphere like a seductive undertone. Yet outside, amidst the thrumming vibrancy, Eros stood still, his silhouette stark against the club's chaos. He raised a glass of whiskey to his lips, the amber liquid burning a trail down his throat. But the fiery drink failed to extinguish the inferno in his mind. His thoughts were chained to one name-Evanora.

The reinforced steel gate opened slowly. Years of dust and weather groaned through its heavy hinges as sunlight spilled across the concrete courtyard beyond. No one lowered their weapons immediately. Neither side trusted easily anymore. That was what almost three years of the apocalypse had taught everyone. Natasha remained where she was, her heartbeat had finally begun to settle, but her thoughts had not. The image of the Night Hunter being thrown backward replayed over and over inside her mind. It's not as if she touched or fired at it. She hadn't even raised her hand, yet something inside her responded.

“Miss?” The police chief’s voice rang in her head, disrupting her thoughts. Avery shook her head, dismissing any thoughts of revealing her kidnap. She couldn’t believe she was already having thoughts of revealing the identity of someone who did nothing against her. Although she was upset that she was taken against her wishes, Avery knew better than to tread recklessly. She had no idea what the stranger was capable of and seeing that the mercenaries seemed to be working for him, who could say he probably did not have an army of trained vampires, working for him as well.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.