Apocalypse Savior Novels & Stories

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

I know how disposable I am to him, just another pawn in his game. I close my eyes again, trying to steady my breathing, its all futile. How do I tell people that a man in a mask-- The Devil killed those men as a gift for me, as crazy as that might sound, I have no information about him except his mask. It’s three days to Halloween, anyone could have those mask on. I feel a sudden vibration causing me to reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, the screen light up with a notification. Seventeen missed calls from Mike.

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

He realized then that this rescue wasn't just a few desperate souls, it was an apocalypse. The witch had awakened. The Alpha had risen. And together, we were a single, jagged force of nature moving through the dark. We were coming for him, and God help anyone standing in the way.

He studied her with open fascination. Before anyone could speak, the door of the second van opened. A bulky man stepped out. He was broad-shouldered, with a familiar face. The same man Natasha had saved from Alaric in the rain that night. His eyes widened the moment he saw her. “You…” he breathed. “It’s you. The woman from the rain zone.” Aaron turned slightly, one eyebrow raised. “You know her, Marcus?” The bulky man—Marcus—nodded quickly. “She saved my life. Single-handedly took down Alaric and his crew. The infected… They listened to her. Walked away when she told them to.”

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

“Ms. Livingston, we are honored to be in your presence and in the presence of the Great Warrior Child. I am Raphael, Lead Savior, and this is Cassiel and Zadkiel, Saviors as well.” They each nodded in turn, and she marveled at how they were so similar in stature and mannerism, yet each had their own individual style. From suit pants to jeans, dress shirts to T-shirts. Combined, they hurt her eyes with their handsomeness.

“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:

Another round of protest, aroused from Elder Conri, who tried to charge me for being a scammer and liar who just wanted to manipulate the pack, but the secretary was swift in blocking the attack and a hard push from her landed the elder on his behind, making him growl in pain. “You don’t get to treat me shabbily, I am your savior here. Also, while we wait for the five days, I want my coronation done within that time. It will be possible, since the pack is rich enough to take care of anything related to it”, I asserted firmly. They didn’t know what they were in for or whom they were dealing with, even though I was supposed to be shredded to death for coming back to the pack, they had no choic

Xavier added. Amadeus release a heavy deep sigh like he released all the strange emotions inside him for all the thinking that she might be put in danger because of him. All the emotions that are new to him and he’s still not self-aware of.