Apocalypse Tamer Novels & Stories

“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.

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

"No. I saw him for who he was when he led the thugs to break down our door. If we'd let him in, the three of us would probably be dead by now." Mom wiped her eyes and took my hand. "You did the right thing, Flint. This world has changed, and we just need to survive." I felt a massive weight lift off my chest seeing Mom and Dad finally harden their hearts. In an apocalypse, kindness was the quickest way to get a death warrant. Again, the system chimed. "'Human Fishing' mission successfully completed! Calculating rewards… "Congratulations! Rewards include a small-scale nuclear fusion generator, a high-pressure water cannon, an indoor soilless hydroponic lab, and three top-tier cold-resistant c

His body jerked violently as something moved under his skin. Tyler froze. That half-second cost him everything. Aerion turned and backhanded him across the room. Tyler hit the wall with a sickening crack and slid to the floor. Marcus fired the sedative gun. The dart hit Aerion square in the chest. It barely slowed down. The creature tilted its head, studying him, then kept coming. “I’m starting the purge protocol!” Lena shouted from the console. “Marcus, get out of there!” “I can’t leave the serum!” Marcus backed toward the vault, blood already soaking his sleeve.

Its charge collapsed into a tumbling wreck, rolling a dozen meters before slamming into a boulder. It was still twitching. Still trying to claw its way up. Flesh knitting, reaching, trying to reconnect the severed halves. "Tough little bastard." Jake muttered, then pressed the trigger again. One more round—point blank—straight through the same spot. BOOM!!! [Congratulations! Tier 3 Aberrant (White Spike) eliminated!] [Rewards acquired:] [1. Universal Ammo x200 rounds] [2. Basic Gene Serum x1] [3. Potent Antibiotics (Rare) x1 (Cures aberrant viral infections)]

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. •

Niko shook his head before I could answer. “Medusa was designed to destabilize A2, not whatever Frankenstein they’re cooking up,” he said loud enough for her to hear. “Throwing her at Godmode without knowing the architecture is how we get Chapter Three of the Apocalypse.” I nodded. “He’s right,” I said. “Medusa stays leashed until we know what we’re dealing with. The last thing we need is two free‑roaming, incompatible gods fighting in the backbone.”