Apocalypse Romance Novels & Stories

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

Unstructured time between Maya and Marcus is rarer than it sounds. There is always something to do. A wall to inspect. A route to argue over. A decision waiting to become expensive if nobody makes it quickly enough. A quick, heated fuck somewhere no one could see them to scratch that itch that deflates every argument yet never settles it. The apocalypse, as chaperones go, is extremely committed. They have spent more hours alone together in danger than they have alone in peace, which is probably a diagnosis of the entire relationship and not one Maya intends to examine at this hour.

Future shall be told where chaos rises, The fabric of realms and realities shall be torn apart, Thee fallen shall rise again, Impending doom awaits, The protectors of earth realm shall fall-- Thus, witness as Chaos And Apocalypse is unleashed. He panted heavily as he dropped to the floor before the lights faded. Raphael descended from the sky in his usual attire. He emitted flares from his eyes and his body glowed white. His brows were knitting and his forehead was creased. He snapped his finger and everyone fell without hesitation. Both all witches that reunited and the rest of them.

In that moment, the tension from the confrontation melted away, replaced by a sense of security and closeness. As they stood there, holding each other, Apollo tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were deep and intense, filled with love and desire. Without another word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The world around them seemed to disappear as the kiss deepened, the intensity of their connection erasing any worries or doubts. It was just them—Apollo and Jolene—locked in a moment that felt timeless.

“You’re Apocalyptic, Montessa. Apocalyptic Montessa.” She smiled at him, and she could feel the radiance from it. “And you’re my Nuclear Lulu. We’re meant to be, my love.” He held out his hand. She walked over and took it. Sparks flew. Magic happened. Nuclear reactors melted down in joy. The world combusted.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

"Preferably without reality ending." "That was the idea." My chest tightened. Not from the connection. From him. Slowly, I reached for his hand. "I love you too." For one beautiful moment... Nothing else mattered. Someone cleared their throat. Loudly. Cassian. "Normally I'd leave this alone." He folded his arms with exaggerated seriousness. "But since the apocalypse has apparently become everyone's favorite romantic setting..." Kael shot him a look. Cassian grinned. "Can we survive today before planning the wedding?"

His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing lightly—dominating, claiming. "Come on my cock, little sister. Scream for me." I do, orgasm ripping through me as he pounds relentlessly. He follows, filling me with hot spurts, growling my name. He unties me, pulling me into his arms. "You okay?" "Perfect," I whisper, kissing him. The romance blooms amid the kink—his tenderness after the storm. But I crave more darkness.

If allowing Levi to do that was going to bring her back a little bit of hope, she was willing to be his slave. But what April didn’t know was that she wasn’t the only one who had been betrayed or who was feeling the coldness of absence. In the depths of his coldness and darkness he’d rose; he had no hope, no love to offer, he had nothing aside from chests full of gold coins and power in abundance, but suddenly she arrived, with her heart broken, tears in her eyes, but the kind of strength he’d never seen in any other woman, and Lucian fell deeply in love with her. She was fire, she was that white part of his world, she was the light in his cave, she was the one and all he did was to hurt her