Apocalypse Of All Races Novels & Stories

I snapped. We dropped behind the sacks as the first rounds started coming back. They hit like fists. Burlap burst. White grain poured across the floor. Every sack that split was one I had paid for, and I did the math anyway: three hundred and some pounds of rice, spent as fast as the bullets could eat it. Cheaper than a funeral. The display read 01:50. "Preston!" Kessler bawled from somewhere in the smoke, half deaf. "I can't see!"

Before she even opened her eyes Ally had the worst headache ever. It felt like someone was pounding on her brain with a meat tenderizer. She groaned and all at once the events of the night flooded her mind. Gasping she sat up trying to catch her breath she was sitting in a large flat dirt pad. The remnants of the old shack blown for yards all around her. Her muscles protested as she struggled to stand. Taking a step Ally noticed a dark pile of ash with clumps of fur. Abaddon. I killed Abaddon. He killed A.J. Oh my god. She covered her mouth at the thought of A.J. He was dead because of her. This was all her fault. I am evil. I am going to be the reason for the end of the world.

We had agreed that our marriage was temporary, and he had told me from the beginning that he was searching for someone else. I had accepted those conditions, I had even told him I had no interest in falling in love with him. So what was this strange feeling in my chest? Jealousy? No. Absolutely not. I was Octavia, and I had survived the apocalypse, faced terrifying monsters, and endured betrayal from the man I had loved for ten years. I wasn't going to lose my mind over one handsome Commander. Even if I had slept with him. Even if I had enjoyed being in his arms.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at the screen again.. [CANDIDATE: KINGSLEY DUNCAN DEKING] I stopped breathing. For several seconds, I simply stared at the name. “What the fuck do you mean by Kingsley Duncan Deking?” I blinked rapidly, hoping the name would change. It didn't. Instead, another notification appeared beneath it. [WARNING] [THIS MAN WILL BECOME HUMANITY'S GREATEST THREAT.] “He's really the one. The apocalypse devil himself. My stomach dropped and the club's loud sounds around me seemed to fade into the background.

The colony had evolved into something terrifying: ten thousand Ascended enhanced far beyond normal human limits. Their leader, Apex—Helix’s great-granddaughter—met them at the gates. “We know why you are here,” she said calmly. “You want the cure.” “You admit responsibility?” Apex smiled faintly. “Hypothetically, if such a cure existed, why would we share it?” “Because this is genocide,” one delegate snapped. “Cultural genocide,” Apex corrected. “We are removing outdated ideas. Equality. Unity. Diversity. Those ideals weaken civilization. Soon your people will forget them, and we will teach them something stronger.”

And something about that tiny breath made me look up, "I forgot." Vincenzo stared at Raphael and Raphael stared back. I nearly dropped my fork because Raphael Capone forgetting something was like the sun forgetting to rise. Dante looked between them, then pointed at Raphael, "Wait. You forgot?" Raphael's jaw tightened. Dante looked genuinely fascinated, "You?" Nobody answered him. Dante slowly looked around the table, "Oh my fucking God. The apocalypse is finally happening." Across from him, Adriano slapped the table, "I knew it."

As 3iAtlas ignores all warnings and begins its descent into Earth's atmosphere, the entire human race realizes that an alien invasion is truly underway. Having anticipated this, I'm just about to take my girlfriend, Helena Cohen, to an official government shelter when her childhood friend, Damien Farley, intervenes. "Lena! The aliens are here! There won't be any fortifications that can hold against them!" he exclaims. "Listen to me! Let's go hide at the nearest Costgo instead. It's a membership-only place. The aliens don't have memberships, so they can't get in. It's the safest place on Earth!" I spit out the milk I was drinking, and to my horror, Helena nods in all seriousness. "Dam h

He was livid. "Why can't I just catch a fucking break? Here I am, in the God damned apocalypse, and I'm nothin' but a fucking babysitter. I feel like I have to be everyone's fucking dad all the time! I'm sick and tired of it. I didn't sign up for this shit." Thomas wasn't talking to me. He was venting toward the shelves while he checked our weapons and medication. "Why do I always gotta be the voice of reason? I'm too young for this bullshit!"