Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Rider

The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.

Abandoning it felt like abandoning the last piece of who I used to be. But that woman was gone anyway. Had died somewhere between Eli's kidnapping and Darius's rejection. What remained was something harder, colder, capable of making deals with ancient powers and planning the murder of alphas. I positioned everything carefully, angle of approach, speed, where my body would land. Made it look convincing while ensuring I'd survive. Then I opened the throttle, aimed for the ditch, and let physics do the rest. Metal screamed. My body separated from the bike, hitting asphalt with force that drove air from my lungs. Pain exploded through ribs and limbs, the world spinning in nauseating circles. Blo

The instant it did, the forest lid up with another dozen motorcycles, roaring to life. The Wolf Riders! They circled the Black Skull Riders, hollering and laughing, before breaking into formation and heading back to the main road. Screaming woes and curses, Viper ordered his men to follow us as their bikes roared to life and tried to catch up... “I can’t believe he fell for that!” Knives grinned, way too happy about being shot at than any normal man would! I didn’t reply but grinned as well, as he hollered a “hoo-yah!” and took the lead as we sped down the road. As it would turn out, leaving Bunny with too much time on his hands and with money from his stepdad was a deadly combination. Appar

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

It was strange how quickly things had changed between Ethan and me. Not long ago, we were just colleagues—partners thrown together by necessity, trying to survive in a world that seemed intent on tearing itself apart. But now, things were different. We were different. I wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told me months ago that I’d fall for a military commander in the middle of an apocalypse, but here we were. Ethan and I had crossed a line neither of us had intended to, and now we were trying to navigate what that meant while the world around us continued to crumble.

I grinned, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and turned, grabbing a heavy assault rifle from the side rack. "Daniel, Lucien, come with me." Stepping through the airlock door and onto the high catwalks, the air hit us instantly—thick, foul, and smelling of rust and raw copper. The sky above was a violent, bruised red, while plumes of thick gray smoke billowed up from the once-bustling city in the distance. Screams and car alarms echoed faintly across the valley, a haunting symphony to the apocalypse. I walked along the catwalk, my boots clicking firmly against the steel grating, and stood before the terrified, tense soldiers lining the edge.

The Fierce Hunter Base convoy rumbled steadily along the cracked highway, the endless road stretching toward the horizon. The smell of decay lingered heavily in the air. Rotting human corpses, mangled monster carcasses, abandoned vehicles, and collapsed buildings littered both sides of the road, serving as grim reminders of just how dangerous the apocalypse truly was. No one dared lower their guard. After nearly seven hours of travel, the convoy gradually slowed. "We're here," Erick announced as he looked through the windshield. Ahead lay a wide-open area that had once served as a highway service station. It had now become the designated assembly point where several survivor bases would gath

And lastly, a white horse with a glorious rider, bright and he was war. Fire suddenly was raised around them and their colours became indefinite as all that was seen was red flames. "Arise and ride with chaos for you are the harbingers of the Apocalypse." Azazel yelled with a voice that reached the skies. The dust of the desert formed three beings, and they rode on the horses that matched their colours. Born By Power : Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter 7 Horsemen

As it diminished, a huge eyeball with smaller ring looped eyeballs stared at the individuals, Rogue’s dead body along with an unconscious Shizuki and a sleeping Aqiel were dropped on the bed by Uriel, who sympathetically looked at Lucifer. Uriel's appearance infuriated Lucifer, she got out of Lilianith's hug and dashed to Uriel, her fists ready to pummel into him but she was stopped by Lilianith who shook her head hinting that it was a bad idea. Hades glared at Uriel and couldn't help by find something weird about his statement. “When you mean they, who are you referring to exactly?” “The four Horsemen of Apocalypse. They are the enforcers of order and would do anything to uphold the order h

“Chloe Jane, do you really want the answer to that question?” I nod. “Yes, I want to know you, all of you.” Ruin takes a deep breath, as if preparing to reveal something monumental and, honestly, I’m feeling a bit apprehensive now. “Before this lifetime, I was known as Conquest, the rider on the white horse. The first Horseman to signify the end times.” I feel a shiver run down my spine, his words echoing with a weight of history and power. “The Horsemen? Like in the legends? The Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!”