Apocalypse Online Novels & Stories

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Sagon eyed me and asked if Lucifer told me what was going to happen. "I miss the child," he said sincerely and I grinned slightly and sat down to tell him Noah's darkness was coming sometime and my blood wouldn't stop it. Sagon scratched at his head and said, "wasn't your mating with Noah supposed to stop all of that from occurring?" I nodded and said, "yeah, someone obviously fucked up. Anna I've heard is the Goddess of disruption aka Apate so she's controlling Brenda and Noah. I'm certain she's the one behind Noah's darkness getting ready to explode." Sagon grinned devilishly and told me he would gladly mate and mark me. I giggled softly and told him Dagon told me the very same thing once.

There's nothing quite as invigorating as introducing a one-shot full of conspiracies and, because I'm a horror expert, and Werewolf Apocalypse isn't just a fighting game, there's a lot that can happen. Including a Black Spiral Dancer against the appearance of a real White Howler. “Let the games begin,” I said, starting to tell the story. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I turned it higher. A soft, strangled sound escaped her before she could stop it. Her free hand shot under the table, gripping the edge of the chair so tightly her knuckles went white. She shot me a desperate look across the room—pleading, furious, helpless. I just smiled and gave the dial another slow click. “Gosh, I just want to see her lose herself for me,” I whispered. She was squirming now, trying to keep her composure while the toy buzzed relentlessly inside her. Every time she shifted, I could see it hit her harder. The guy finally noticed something was off and asked if she was all right. Chloe managed a tight nod, voice barely steady.

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: APEX CORE EXPOSED.] [WARNING: LETHAL DAMAGE IMMINENT. INITIATING SERVER-WIDE WIPE PROTOCOL IN 00:00:04...] The digital battlefield of Aegis Online was a chaotic, hyper-saturated symphony of shattered code and screaming metal.

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

I crouched in the back of the console, my coronary heart pounding because the override neared completion. Override Progress: 99%… 100%! The console powered down, and the server lighting flickered earlier than going dark. Vanessa’s voice got here, triumphant. “You did it! The India hub is offline, and Apex is dead!” The Collapse of The Council As we fought our manner lower back to the elevator, explosions erupted at some stage in the facility. The self-destruct series Vanessa had brought on became tearing the hub apart, making sure that not anything can be salvaged.

“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: