Apocalypse Ocs Novels & Stories

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."

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Foster swiftly shutters all the windows, leaving the old infirmary in almost darkness, just as Professor McLaren went beside me. “Are you sure you’re telling the truth?” He asked, but it sounded more like a threat. “Yes, I am. What do you even mean?” I asked, but he didn't answer again. Instead, he let a heavy sigh before looking at me. “You’re not in your world, Blaire. You’re here in Olympus, a world where powers exist.” He seriously said, making it sound like the truth. “You’re crazy,” I unbelievably muttered. “I’m getting out of here.”

She stumbled a little as I pushed her through the door, and a photograph slipped out of her pocket and fell to the floor. I picked it up. It was a signed photo, and something about the face tugged at my memory. Before the apocalypse, Anna had been a singer. She brightened immediately. "Do you want me to sign one for you too? Rhett used to come to all my shows back then." I frowned and turned the photo over. On the back was a picture of Anna and Rhett together. A date was printed in the corner. March 21, 2060. The world tilted. That was the day the apocalypse hit, the day we fled, and the day Ophelia fell into the fissure and never came back up.

Rejoice, for you will live in my Kingdom. Everyone in the world was waiting for the prophecy to be fulfilled. People came out of their homes with placards where they wrote that "get Off the couch, "" don't be a couch politician," "get out in the sun from a canned den." Rock musicians in instagrama urged subscribers to go to concerts to have one last break in life. Bloggers staged a flash mob where they threw TVs out of the window to show what to give up and what to strive for. The UN has urgently convened a meeting of representatives from different countries to draw up a plan to prevent the consequences of mass hysteria. No one could believe that life on earth would soon end, but at the same

she added. "Hmm. This is bad" he said. "How?" "Don't you get the clear view? They are creating zombies and weapons!" He said restlessly. Her brain started working fast as she shone her eyes in terror when she realized what he was trying to explain. "The Apocalypse," she said. "Bingo!" He snapped his fingers. "We have to look for a way to stop them. This is bad. Really bad" he said. Oscar walked to the front row of fhe zombies and observed all of them as Igor and Willow stopped talking and started opening up their parcels.

“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:

This time, her body flickered so violently that parts of her disappeared completely for several seconds. “We’re out of time!” Panic exploded through Elaine’s chest. Older Adrian looked toward the sky grimly. “The collapse has started.” Reality around them began unraveling visibly now. The cliffside glitched between timelines. The ocean disappeared entirely. Then returned upside down. Elaine’s breathing became uneven. This was it. The end. She looked toward Adrian one final time. And suddenly— Everything else disappeared. The storm. The fractures. The apocalypse. Nothing mattered except him. God.

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

"I love you too baby girl. So much." Ross created the portal and we stepped through with Aiden leading the way. The sight that greeted us stole my breath. Apocalypse was the only word that fit. The sky flickered between existence and void. Buildings phased in and out of reality. The ground beneath our feet felt unstable like it might dissolve at any moment. Refugees crowded toward our portal. Hundreds of them were desperate and terrified. "We need to stabilise this fast," Ross said while already reaching out with his abilities. "The collapse is accelerating."