Apocalypse Of All Races Novels & Stories

The Eternal Freeze hasn't jumped ahead by a month—it’s the Precursor Hailstorm that accelerated. In her past life, the apocalypse hadn't killed everyone on day one. It had started with a catastrophic, three-day super-hailstorm that dropped fist-sized blocks of ice from the sky, smashing windshields, collapsing roofs, and destroying sixty percent of the city's above-ground power transformers. Back then, people thought it was just freak summer weather. Nobody hoarded food. Nobody reinforced their windows. And when the true minus-sixty-degree freeze followed right behind it, millions died trapped in dark, broken homes.

“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 checked the boxes. All the food and drinks in there are gone!" "You b*stard!" All of the women lost their minds as they tied Howard up and flung him to the middle of the field. Since the heatwave started, nighttime had become shorter and shorter. The sun shone high up in the sky, and it was not even six in the morning yet. The earth was like a gigantic steamer. I watched Howard begging from the surveillance cameras, but his skin soon cracked, and he dried up like a human jerky. It took less than half a day for him to finally breathe his last, exactly like how I ended up in my past lifetime.

My arms flew out instinctively as I desperately tried to steady myself, but my momentum had already carried me backwards. My eyes widened. No! I was falling directly towards the puddle. Before I could grab onto anything, my body crashed onto the wet floor. "AHHHHH!" An intense electric current surged through my body. My muscles seized, and my entire body convulsed uncontrollably. I couldn't move, let alone pull myself away. The pain was so sudden and overwhelming that I couldn't even form a coherent thought. No! Not again! I couldn't die! I had barely begun preparing for the apocalypse. I had only just reclaimed my life, and there were still countless things I needed to accomplish.

Curiosity pulled at the same place it had pulled when I watched him from the scrub behind my property. The larger part of me held still. I did not know his name. I did not know his intentions. Parallel preparation was not the same as safe alliance. In the early years of the collapse, some of the most dangerous people had been the ones who looked ready. Readiness without ethics was just predation with better logistics. I had watched polite, competent men turn into something else when the food ran low and the weak became inventory. “Not today,” I said under my breath. “Observe. Document. Leave.”

“I will not tell you words like, we will win and peace will return, it would be lying to you. I will only tell you—Thank you, all of you, for putting down the axe and fighting side by side, to protect our lands. We live as warriors and die as heroes.” The scream of those present makes the earth vibrate, and from here...the end of everything begins. Apocalypse POV Here is the man who is haunting my memories; he is his desire to win. I hear every word of his speech, and his voice triggers strange emotions in me. “I hope Apocalypse, you will keep your word.” “Don’t doubt it.” I unleash my energy, and at this moment, his eyes are glued to mine as he’s moving forward. We move as well, and I from

I gave the apocalypse one star. The author replied: "Prove it." Now I'm Vera, the wife who dies in chapter seventeen. I have two dollars, a cheating husband, and twelve days until the dead start walking. But I wrote the review, so I know every plot hole in this book. I also have a space where time stops and nothing ever spoils. Let's see how his book ends when the reader is the one holding the pen.

With Damien, it was all or nothing. I brought my car to a stop in front of my house, just south of Central Park, or whatever was left of it. Ever since our discovery, humans and supernatural beings had never seen eye to eye, each wanting to destroy the other to become the all powerful ruler of the world. That’s what had led to the war between the races, with the humans dropping several bombs across the world to wipe us out. In the end, since they didn’t know our exact location or just how many races were there, they had done more damage to their own race and the supernatural’s had taken advantage of the chaos to establish their rule. Although, it had been the carelessness on behalf of the we

“Look at this shit, Karl. People are literally eating each other alive, and nobody knows how to stop them. We're fucked.” I lowered my head, a heavy feeling settling in my chest. This couldn't be happening. Why now? Why the fuck was all of this happening now? Out of all the possible disasters in the world, why did it have to be a zombie outbreak? And more importantly, why was i part of the problem?

“Nothing gets corrected or sent without us discussing it.” Maren nodded, and I waited until she began eating before taking my chair outside the doorway. – – – Derek found me there while Maren rested with her eyes closed. He stopped far enough away that we could speak without bringing the conversation into her room. “Paul’s truck,” he said, holding his notebook open. “We need to decide whether we’re looking for it.” I glanced towards the service road beyond the fence. Paul had abandoned his vehicle after the road barrier trapped him between other cars and the infected.