Apocalypse Rider Novels & Stories

“When I collapsed this morning, I had a vision. The monster behind the attacks revealed himself to me. His name is Thanox, and I've seen him before in the first nightmare I had of him many years ago. Caspian, he's truly the one behind the attacks. I had my suspicions, but he confirmed everything this morning. And tonight, he’s coming here. To Nightfall. Thanox plans to destroy the summit. To kill every leader gathered in this pack, including other innocent lives. He’s coming, and if we don’t prepare ourselves, we’re all as good as dead. You have to believe me.” “I believe you Jocelyn.” He blurts out the words on reflex, as if he had already sworn to himself to believe every word that comes f

My name is Christian Chambers. I was a long-haul truck driver. In this line of work, once a person was out on a run, he would be gone from home for 10 days to up to half a month at a time. You would eat, drink, and sleep in the truck. After a while, your desires would get pent up. The frustration got unbearable as you would not even have time to relieve yourself. That day, I was doing a long-haul run on the Sicherian-Timbre Highway when I met a young couple halfway along the journey.

“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:

Not when he emerged to greet me. Clouds billowed around him, a giant black horse beneath him, its glowing red eyes full of fire. The mist thinned, showing the ranks of his riders, transparent yet as they waited to emerge into the world to wreak their destruction on it. Their destiny, the last ride, to destroy all that had been created, to lay waste so new life could begin.

“When? Where? How? Did he faint after?” “In the elevator,” I muttered. He blinked. “Oh. Oh that’s bold.” “He pulled away,” I added quickly. Taylor folded his arms. “And?” “And apologized.” Taylor stared at me for two full seconds. Then burst out laughing. “Oh he’s gone.” “Why does everyone keep saying that?!” “Because Rider does not apologize. Especially not to women.” I frowned. “Well he did.” Taylor leaned closer. “He’s been fighting himself since you got here.” That made my heart skip.

Later that year Hunter was pulling on his tuxedo as Ava stepped up beside him in the mirror with the sexiest dress he’d ever seen her in. The perfect slave dress for a spicy island night that would change their lives forever. With his father back at the helm of the Apollyon Corporation. Hunter had more time to spend on his own projects and managed to get his ideas in the right hands to help people across the globe. His most recent project, helping reunite families who were victims of crimes and human trafficking.

Since it had only been days after the move, the incinerator and everything else were still available. Javier found Raiden, who was tied on the incinerator stretcher, soon after he entered. The man was scared witless. Fear had taken over his expression, as he had not expected to end up like this just because he had exposed Javier and Megara’s video to vent his resentment.

He could still make something of himself. Bang! A heavy impact suddenly sounded against the glass. Ray jerked and looked outside. On the ground lay a hailstone the size of a fist. This wasn't some prank made in a kid's freezer, because the hailstone was dark green. Hail. Ray's heart tightened—then he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The apocalypse had arrived, right on time. Bang! Another hailstone crashed down, this time onto the roof, making a sound like metal slamming into metal. The sky, which had been clear, rapidly darkened, and mist began to rise.

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

She gave a small wave and pressed down on the accelerator. The loader lurched forward with a heavy crash. The grinder in the bucket roared back to life. The massive machine pushed ahead, chewing through whatever was in front of it. The man scrambled up, limping, half crawling as he dragged himself out of the way. He barely cleared the loader's path, brushing past it as it rolled by. From above, Hayley's voice drifted down, light and casual. "Seriously? It's the apocalypse. Who do you think you're scamming?"