Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Rider

She hoped she wasn’t way off in her idea that Reapers wouldn’t venture into Keeper territory without a damn good reason. “Hell, yeah,” he repeated. “Sounds… dangerous.” “Why don’t we get some sleep,” Cutter said, gesturing at himself and Ru, “and you can get back to… whatever you were doing before Ru called you.” “I was looking for Reapers, duh,” Rider said, exaggeratingly rolling his eyes. He must’ve known Cutter was aware. “Good. Go find some.” “Fine,” Rider acquiesced. “See y’all in a few hours.” He faded away just as quickly as he had materialized, and Ru watched in awe at the spot where he’d just been standing.

“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

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

I gingerly lowered my body into a crouch and my hand trembled as I reached for the thrown glove. My fingertips grazed the black leather. It was enough. This was the reading I had: At some unknown juncture in time, the whole sky would be covered by a flock of ravenlike creatures as far as the eye could see. They formed an endless, waving parade of dark flags as if to call forth armies against a weakened ruler. This deluge swept and flowed ceaselessly with an entomo-mechanical roar and in its heart, a flame-wrapped titan was laying waste to human cities. It was an Apocalyptic sight and sound. All sources of light were missing in the heavens and the days of darkness stretched on to eternity. Th

I shook my head, not having an answer. The rider jumped off his horse, holding his hand to tell the other to remain on their saddles. I couldn't see his face through his hood, which only made me more anxious. "Well, well. What do we have here?" The rider quizzed as he moved closer to Apollo. His voice was silken, and the way he moved was all too smooth and unnatural.

Mythril was also feeling restless all the way. The Rider was indeed faster than a werewolf's running pace, but it absorbed the driver's and passengers' magic powers to give more speed boosters. In addition, the power makes us almost transparent and invisible to human eyes. The teleportation magic might not be perfect, but it can always be relied upon when someone in high status, such as Alpha Romero, needs to travel in an instant. Due to its nature to absorb the magic power, it was a dangerous ride. It triggered nausea in my stomach. With how our Rider sped through the road, it showed me that Alpha Romero and Beta Julius were channeling a lot of their energy to run as fast as possible.

Chapter Five Veyra’s POV The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. I had barely slept after everything that happened the previous day, and the conversation between Cairos and Orien kept returning to my mind no matter how many times I tried to push it away. I got dressed for work and left after making sure Zuri is okay too. The moment I stepped outside, I stopped. Cairos was already seated in his car, ready to leave. There was only one private car in the entire Underworld, and it belonged to Cairos. Most people moved around in military transports or settlement vehicles because fuel and working roads had become too valuable after the apocalypse.

His gaze swept toward the mountains. Then toward Grayson. Then back again. Calculating. Reassessing. Adapting. A man watching his plans fall apart. And then… The fourth horn echoed across the valley. Closer this time. Much closer. A rider burst from the eastern road. Not a Reed Sentinel. Not one of the Prophet's wolves. Someone else. The horse was nearly dead from exhaustion. The rider barely remained in the saddle. Blood covered his clothes. The Prophet stared. And for the first time.

Then I facepalmed myself. I really hated period hormones, they never make sense around men. "Rider I'm warning you, " I say finally forgetting about his ass. He ignores me and keeps walking. "Moi! Moi! Help! I'm being kidnapped!" I continued screaming atop my lungs and finally he releases me, and I fall against a tree. Rider chooses then to cage me in between his arms and his face that's only nose length away from mine, forcing me to stare at him. "I'm sorry, " he says

The sudden realization that this is a historical turning point in the apocalypse has left me feeling numb and cold all over. The person that Marvon is playing with is Amon Galier, owner of the hunter’s academy. His losing to Mammon is a great catalyst for the downfall of the academy.