Apocalypse Tamer Novels & Stories

I was surprised that the whole pack was there to witness Apollo’s ascension to Black Moon pack’s Alpha and mine as the Luna. The Shaman chanted incantations in front of the deities in the temple. He had taken a dagger that was present over there and asked Apollo to give his hand. He made a cut right in the center of his palm. As soon as he did that, blood started dripping from his hand. One by one the wolves of the pack came and sucked blood from him, swearing their allegiance to him. I was amazed by the fact that Apollo withstood all of it like rock. If I had been there, I was sure that my head would have reeled or I would have collapsed. But Apollo—he didn’t even waver a bit. That potent w

Grey said, making a point and the heavenly emperor stared at him. "Fine. Just for the sake of the worlds, I'm willing to put aside our differences and work hand in hand," the Heavenly emperor said. "But, in other for this to work, you will have to separate from Maya. The apocalypse is connected to the merging of the three worlds. If you're still involved with Maya, with The child that She's carrying, whom is a catalyst to the apocalypse, it will become easier for the merging to occur," he explained and Grey looked at Him, unable to speak. •

he rubs his eyes to help his blurry vision. He smiles brightly at the female. "Angel?" He staggers forward and engulf her in a tight hug. "My Angel... you're finally here" She doesn't utter a word but giggle quietly. "Save me... Angel..." He points at the bottle of champagne. "Spiked... help me sober.. Angel" "I'll help!" She finally speaks and Andre smiles. To be continued.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

“Not poison. A paralytic brewed with the ash of your kind. Slows the regeneration. Numbs your fire.” Terra roared in rage and lunged. Emma met her mid-charge. The clash was brutal. Terra's tail slammed against Emma’s side, but Emma twisted and landed a blow to the succubus’s neck. Terra retaliated with a kick that sent Emma skidding back. Nearby, Steve—his humanity nearly gone—roared and crushed the last of the abominations beneath his massive paws. The forest was soaked in gore. But the Berserker didn’t stop.

It was obvious her senses were starting to knock out. "you don't look like the kind of guy who's good in bed though." * * * * * * * * * * I jerked as the car came to a complete halt, knocking me off my seat. I swear I wanted to throw up so badly. "Son of a bitch," I cursed. "You would have kill...killed me. I can't feel anything anymore." He stared at me before smiling again, "you have no idea what I'm capable of piccolo gato."

I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. I wouldn’t give my father that victory. So I still found the strength to stand…barely, but a silent victory for me already the same. Alive. I felt Tion's gaze from the shadows long before I met gold eyes, steady as the sun, fixed on me like he couldn't decide what I was…puzzle or prey. His wolves gave him space, instinctively wary. Even Dante kept his distance. Alpha, yes. But even his pack members recognized him for what he was :feral and dangerous.

Chloe Decker sat on the park bench outside of school, waiting for her father to pick her up. She didn’t know why she bothered waiting for him. It wasn’t like he ever showed up on time. More often than not, he forgot, but that’s what she got all the time from her dad. Her father, Kurt, was none other than a Satan’s Crew MC lackey. They would never give him prospect status. Whenever she was near any of the MC club members, she always heard the lingering insults of “coward” thrown his way.

It was a roar that carried the weight of a thousand years of ancestral rage. “Girard?” I whispered, though I knew he couldn’t hear me. The thing standing in the center of the tower was no longer my husband. It was the Apex. A mountain of black fur and serrated bone, standing nearly eight feet tall. Its eyes were not amber or gold; they were voids of pure, electrical white. The air around him smelled of ozone and ancient earth. The heavy oak door finally gave way with a splintering crash. My father’s men rushed in, their silver-tipped rifles raised, their faces masked in tactical gear. They had come prepared for a wolf. They were not prepared for a god of carnage.

Meph follows the sound by instinct, only to notice his new tattoo — the black little snake around his wrist — is glowing red, projecting a hologram of a game panel right above its little snake head, one that moves along with his movements. The panel looks like an old fashioned computer screen. Lines of green words over a pitch black background. Ugly as hell. There is really no need for the angels to localize the trial to the first glimpse they took on the human civilization. Such a weird combination of magic and ancient computer tech is like seeing a tissue section of the failed civilization that ran itself into extinction. Lines of words fly up on the screen, pushing the previous line up as