Apocalypse Of All Races の小説・ストーリー

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.

“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:

I was neither here nor there, stuck between two worlds. “So then what was all this talk about the Messiah? About me being…The One?” “Our doctrine, our ancient law, tells us that one day a messenger, a Messiah, will arrive, and lead us to the lost sword. It tells us that on that day, war will begin, a final, all-out war between the vampire races, a war which will even drag in the human race—and the werewolves. It is our version of the Apocalypse. The only thing that can stop it, that can save us all, is this missing sword. And the only person that can lead us to that is the Messiah.

Marvon getting resurrected turned out to be more of a fitting headline, alongside the appearance of one of the seven apocalyptic princes. Everyone has mixed feelings about it. Some say that it is a divine intervention, while others call it a demonic practice. They weren’t wrong about the last assumption, but they have no way of confirming it.

I could see her eyes full of brightness, feeling my heart of hope but when she bends her head and lifts it back to me with a sad regard, removing my hands from her jaws, my hope decreases and I feel afraid of her answer. " We should continue keeping our distance. Look at what happened Zack, look at what your mother said, and look at this situation. All this just proves to us that we are not from the same world, no one in the society will tolerate our relationship. We are so different!" " But what do I give a fuck about people!" I said angrily. " Just understand me, Zack, forget about everything. All this wasn't supposed to happen and I had to stop all this cause be with you wasn't part of my

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

The betrayal by that race was still clear in his memory, even if he was just a child when it happened. Bloodthirsty and power-hungry, the blacks only desired to rule alone. No one was allowed to stand in their way. Because the whites were weak, their former Supreme, himself a black—decided to divide the vampires into two races. The whites’ wealth was taken by the blacks, which was why they now had riches and connections all over the world, while the whites were left poor, helpless, and forced to toil endlessly to survive. Supreme Deon would never forget those events. Even as a child, he had vowed: if he ever became Supreme, he would strengthen their army to one day wipe out the traitorous, g

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen