Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Of All Races

I had underestimated just how shameless they were. She continued, "Each of them is built like a tank. It's the end of the world. Why would they settle for taking orders from you? Even if you have all the money in the world, what does it matter?" It hit me all at once. Victoria was right. In the apocalypse, no one wanted to be under someone else. The man whose arm had been snapped on the first day cursed beside her. His resentment was obvious. "Stop wasting time talking to him. I say we break the door down right now. I'll cripple him myself and throw him out to the zombies."

"That's right, young lady. Don't be too ruthless! Hurry and give everyone some food!" More and more people chimed in. "Calm down, everyone." I chuckled and paused for a moment. "You can have some food. But Uncle Adam, we're in an apocalypse. You have to follow the rules." "What rules?" Uncle Adam asked anxiously. "Give me five million dollars or call me 'Master.'" Some of the people who came with him could not help but burst out laughing. Uncle Adam's face turned crimson as he trembled with rage, but he could hear the faint roars of zombies behind him. The commotion they made had attracted the zombies.

"I don't know exactly how many groups will actually show up." A faint smile appeared on his face. "But once valuable resources are involved..." He chuckled softly. "You can count on at least a few of them making an appearance." Ivy nodded thoughtfully. "Do you trust them?" Erick immediately laughed. "Trust?" He shook his head. "There's no such thing as trust in the apocalypse, Captain Ivy." His expression gradually hardened. "The person standing beside you today..." He looked toward her. "...could be the very same person who stabs you in the back tomorrow."

I woke up in the pack clinic after my ninety-ninth blood donation for my twin sister, Maeve. She’d been cursed by an evil witch since birth—a dark curse that could only be sustained by the blood of her twin. My blood. But this time, the repeated donations had come with a cost. The healer said the years of constant blood donations had finally broken my body down, causing me to develop a rare blood disease, Aplastic anemia. And my wolf's healing couldn’t fight this because she's too weak and drained.

"You should know, Miss Ashford, that what's happening to the infected now—the acceleration, the intelligence, the things your System has surely already flagged as anomalous—did not happen by accident. I won't pretend otherwise to someone as clearly capable of seeing through it as you are." Her breath caught. "You're doing this. You're causing it." "I'm accelerating something that was already inevitable," he said. "There's a difference, though I understand it may not feel like one from where you're standing." She stood then, unable to sit any longer in the warm, civilized room while he discussed the deliberate engineering of the world's collapse with the same unhurried pleasantness he'd once

“Throughout my life I've seen various races destroy or try to destroy each other, for what?” “You tell me,” I snark. “Nothing,” he ignores that. “In the end, there isn't a God or a Goddess to praise or bless them. The only end result of their labors would just be death. Pointless death. I despise that. What would the end result of all this murder be? A world that is devoid of diversity? A world that only belongs to one single people? No. All the races that exist should continue to exist in unity, and I want to facilitate that.”

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

Avalyn was full on crying now. "Today will be marked in the history of supernaturals— the day all three races of Jivan came together to fight off the great evil. I will make it my cause to eradicate black magic from the universe so that this never happens again. The ones behind this will be caught soon and will not be shown any mercy." I growled. Adrik was as good as dead and so would be Yolanda and her helpers—whose identity I would soon find out.

The angel and the prince resolved to descend into hell and return to the place where he could truly protect them, but even though the child in the angel's womb was the fruit of their love, she felt something heavy in her chest when she heard the voice of her father who would curse the child that would be born to her and Callisto. "He will die even before the 666th blood eclipse occurs and not even he who rules death can bargain about it, for even his soul will crumble at the end of his curse" from the words she heard from her father last time and along with that came her doom and death. Slow and painful. The truth was that all this destroyed the prince's soul and as soon as his wife gave bir

Humanity had been discriminated against and enslaved for centuries. It may be because they are the weakest race on the planet. What good are they but to be slaves? In recent years, one faction of the war started ‘The human right moment’. Explosions! Wars and famines, every faction fighting for leadership and power, call it world domination. It was the beginning of dark times. Or should it be called spring of terrors that are to follow? Everything that happens, everything that will happen, sprung here at this moment.