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.

And something about that tiny breath made me look up, "I forgot." Vincenzo stared at Raphael and Raphael stared back. I nearly dropped my fork because Raphael Capone forgetting something was like the sun forgetting to rise. Dante looked between them, then pointed at Raphael, "Wait. You forgot?" Raphael's jaw tightened. Dante looked genuinely fascinated, "You?" Nobody answered him. Dante slowly looked around the table, "Oh my fucking God. The apocalypse is finally happening." Across from him, Adriano slapped the table, "I knew it."

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.

With a gulp, the little Angel scrambles back to the corner. Not aware of how amused I am, and that she had nothing to worry about from the second she walked in. “Thank you for ruining a romance classic, you doo-doo head. If I die, I’m haunting you for all eternity!” with a firm “GRRR” and a little clack, all is quiet as the men make their way to our position. “My love is gone again! Carried away by that leech of darkness!” The very thin and small ‘Jonathan’ proclaims.

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.

His grip on the ritual wavered. The dark symbols flickered wildly. Some shattered completely. The worst of the tremors began to ease. The purple-black flames started to die down, though the earth still groaned in protest and distant screams continued to echo through the night. The apocalypse had been halted — not purely by force, but because I had struck the one crack in his armored heart. Marcus let out a broken, agonized sob that seemed to come from the depths of his shattered soul. “She… she was everything…”

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."