Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Tamer

“I don’t care what you call yourself now. You’ll scream the same way Lira did when I struck her down in the realm between realms.” My jaw clenched. Ryan stepped forward slightly, fists balled. “You’re sick.” “I’m enlightened,” Tamar said, voice smooth. “You don’t know what she is capable of. What will do to this planet if she is not put down. But I do. And I know exactly what must be done.” Suddenly, the shadows moved. The Horax emerged from the broken arches and shattered corridors, their armor matte-black, etched with runes that bled faint red light. Dozens of them. Maybe more. They circled like predators.

It’s like parts of me that I didn’t know were missing are now where they should be. Apolliana’s mind merges with mine, expelling the madness and any human weakness I hold until I’m who I was always meant to be. I’m no longer bogged down by empathy or love. All I feel is a sense of purpose as I take a satisfying breath and prepare to end all living creatures. This is what I was created to do. I am the destroyer, and I will fulfill my legacy. Vitality courses through my vanes until I’m the being of destruction that I was meant to be. My lip quirks with arrogance as I open the compartment and pull out an old scroll.

He is serious? "I am sorry." He gently held my hand. "Whenever we meet, I have a reason to apologize to you. I am a jerk, aren't I?" I wanted to laugh but I suppressed that urge and nodded my head in affirmation. "You are." He exhaled loudly, "I am sorry. I should have told you but I was busy hunting down the people who are leaving bad comments about you and the Stones. Don't worry, I have taught them a lesson and they won't say a word again... not even in their dreams."

***TYLER** I lay low on top of the bridge as I stared at the road below waiting for the vehicle I was expecting to pass by. Minerva De Martel, a Vampire baroness was going to be passing by this road soon, moving the Moon Tracker. Assuming the Petrova sisters weren't fucking with me and actually told me the truth, the Moon Tracker will be just on the roof of the car, in plain sight. The energy that radiated off the Moon Tracker was dangerous to Vampires so they couldn't keep it close to themselves.

“He's coming. He will come for Shadowfang and he will destroy every single thing that we have built, everything that we have. He will kill us all Xander. He will be our doom…..our end.” I shivered. Alpha Callum…was a name you do not hear mist people mentioning casually. Instead he has been nicknamed across the globe as ‘’The Beast.’ A name that suited him to the core. He was the alpha of the Dark claws pack, and also a hybrid. And he was feared, well feared by everyone who has grown old enough to recognize what fear was - because of his brutality. The Beast conquers lands and other packs. That's what he does, what he has been doing for a dozen years now and wherever he goes, he wins.

I had cried not out of fear, but because I finally felt safe. After that, Ezra’s warriors, led by Norton and Adam, had taken full control of the Blue Moon pack. There was no resistance left. Zeke’s reign ended, and his name became nothing more than a curse spoken in whispers. Alicia came to me later just before going to her grandparents’ house with her parents. “I can't thank you enough…” she sobbed. “And I’m so glad that Zeke is dead. He was evil!”

He smirks,looking proud of himself “Yeah. I told you I know my way around. We'll have to move after a month or two. And we need to train. You’re not good at combat,and you haven't connected to your dragon fully. We need to work on those.” “You’ll teach me?” “Yes.” He answers,folding his arms,still holding on to the blanket. “I get the combat,but what do you know about dragons?” He chuckles “ Nothing really. But I read some books and apparently,I'm your tamer. There should be some natural information in here.” He says,pointing at his head. I scowl “In as much as the dragon is me and I am the dragon, it has a mind of its own most of the time,and it loves burning shit. So if you don’t know what

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

"Aya" This time the feeling is as smooth as a feather, pure compassion and regret, as if my attacker regretted what he had just done. However, I no longer control anything, my emotions are exploding in my brain. If I don't release them, I feel like I'm going to go crazy. I go back to the source of the call, howling in my turn on this spirit which has just attacked me. "RANE"

a failsafe bunker designed to survive a total societal collapse. ​Three figures sat around a table of glowing blue glass. They weren't holograms; they were the "Architects"—the original designers of the Alchemist’s work and the Sovereign’s grid. ​"The biological variable has exceeded our projections," the first Architect said, her voice a flat, synthesized drone. "The Alpha and the Apex have successfully weaponized empathy. The 'Zero-Pulse' model is currently at a 98% failure rate." ​"Then we move to the 'Feral-Reset'," the second Architect said. "If we cannot archive the world, we must return it to a state of total, unguided chaos. We release the 'Blight-Prime'."