Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Villain

I reached into my purse, pretending to search for something at the bottom, but what I actually did was reach into my spatial dimension and pull out my old phone. I was going to build an absolute fortress, so that when the apocalypse finally came I’d be completely safe, far removed from the horror and chaos. Two billion, however massive it sounded on paper, wasn’t remotely enough for what I had planned. But for today, and the chaotic days ahead, I’d focus entirely on hoarding as much as possible. By the time Lucien Laurent discovered that Kierra Adams didn’t actually exist, I’d have already erased that name completely from the face of the earth.

A twisted and mad-looking grin spreads across the rogue’s face before he says the name that has us all rearing back. “Juniper.” Killian roars and lunges for the rogue’s neck, it takes all three of us to hold him back, as the rogue cackles in the most cliché evil villain way possible. “What do you need Juniper for?” I growl. “Now little Alpha King, that’s not any of your business.” He chuckles.

“That man is the most dangerous criminal of our world and you want to go into his lair? Have you no regard for your safety?” I spun to face him as I growled. “Don’t you say a word about my father!” I shot back at him. “He was a criminal, but he longer is. He is still my father and do you think he will kill me?” “He won't kill you, Natasha!” Apollo came to stand in front of me and grabbed my upper arms. “He won't kill you. But he is eyeing Lucas. He will take my child away. Your father will take away you from me. You are mine! Do you get it!” He shook me hard as darkness marred his features. “And I will raze this world down if anyone tries to take you away from me or my child!”

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

A deafening, earth-shattering detonation ripped through the hundred-foot-thick glacial roof of the throne room. Valerius’s head snapped up, his abyssal eyes widening in genuine, unprecedented shock. The entire vaulted ceiling of the Necropolis caved in. Thousands of tons of solid black ice, shattered permafrost, and burning rock rained down into the throne room, obliterating the ancient pillars and entirely crushing Valerius’s frozen throne into dust. And falling right through the center of the apocalyptic debris, like a god of war cast down from the heavens, was King Silas Vane.

I mutter. He never lets me in on the action. “But you mentioned snakes at dinner. I assumed he had told you.” I raise an eyebrow, folding my arms. “Listen to me Ice. Apophis is the God of Darkness. He is symbolised by snakes, he himself is said to be a great serpent. You know, the enemy of the Sun God? I know my stuff.” I shrug. He’s watching me, as if thinking through what I had said extremely carefully, but then he exhales and shakes his head.

Huge holographic billboards projected the face of a man I didn't recognize—a man with silver-grey hair and eyes as sharp and predatory as a falcon’s. ​"That’s him," Silas whispered, his voice crackling with static over the internal comms of our transport. "The Iron King. To the world, he is Julian Vane, the great philanthropist who rebuilt the power grid after the 'Great Outage.' To us, he is the gatekeeper of the apocalypse, the man holding the keys to the world's survival."

No longer cloaked in the beauty of his delusion his beastly appearance was visible to the world. “And you are one ugly son of a bitch.” Lucifer reeled and Gabriel took his chance. He lunged forward but Lucifer let out a roar so powerful it blew him tumbling back toward the tree line. The Reapers leaped to their feet swords at the ready. “This world and everything in it is going to burn,” Lucifer seethed. “For I am the apocalypse!”

“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:

"Bio-threat scan? Are we the threat?" "Probably," Rafael replied. "We forced our way in, broke their security, and you basically fried their database with mana. In the eyes of an automated military system, we're definitely the threat." "This is great. Just perfect," Dimas groaned, running a hand through his hair. "First we get hunted by a cult of robed zombies, then we escape into a black site, and now we're going to suffocate in a locked room." "We're not going to suffocate," Rafael said, looking up at the ceiling. "The ventilation is still running. I can feel the draft. But look at those vents, Dimas. Do you hear that?"