Apocalypse Writing Novels & Stories

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

"Oh, no, we don't need threats, blackmail is a horrible way to deal, bribery is much better." "And how do you plan to convince me?" "You'll like it, you already know that the Twilight of the Gods is coming, right? Lust has fully awakened, making us the last. Do you understand what that means?" A new silence settled. In this darkness, Midgard's eyes closed and her lips trembled. "... When?" "In less than a year, in a few months, the first wave will hit. This is the time that remains before the rifts lead the apocalypse into this world. This is the time that you have left to take our body, Before..."

It had actually reached from America to the Atlantic! “What is tha…” *Woomp* The next minute the adorations of men turned into screams of horror as what seemed like the apocalypse descended right on earth, as soon as the lights touched earth it went on traveling, moving forward and devouring, anything it touched that wasn’t humanly crumbled up into dust and any living thing encountered turned into oblivion like they never existed. People screamed as they watched this insanity happen, who could ever believe that the apocalypse that would come on Earth would suddenly descend and eliminate all humans without warning?

"We survived day two. Five more days to go before we can open our gates and after that… the apocalypse stretches forever." "Then we make sure forever belongs to us," Lucien growled softly against my temple, his grip on my waist tightening. "Damn straight," Daniel added, his thumb tracing a slow, distracting circle over the bone of my hip. "Besides, with you calling the shots, Feisty, the end of the world is starting to look like a hell of a ride." I let out a breathless chuckle, the sharp tension in my chest finally unraveling as the reality of our victory settled in.

Frost climbed the walls, turning the gothic arches into frozen, jagged spears. "Cattleya," Rusty breathed, his voice barely audible over the slowing rumble of the machine. "You”re not killing the error. You”re becoming the apocalypse." She turned to look at him, her face a mask of frost and silver, her eyes two voids of absolute, chilling clarity. "The apocalypse is just the final cycle, Rusty," she whispered, as the last gear ground to a final, permanent halt. "And I am the one who writes the ending."

The Astropheles, fueled by our new, defiant purpose, leaped towards the cataclysm. When we emerged, the view was apocalyptic. The star was a raging inferno, lashing out with waves of plasma that were vaporizing nearby planetoids. Three fragile, ring-world habitats, beautiful and delicate, hung in the path of the destruction. We could feel the silent, desperate prayers of billions. And we could feel something else. The subtle, gossamer touch of the Weavers' narrative. They were already here, observing, framing the event. We could sense the shaping of the story: A Tragic, Inevitable Cataclysm.

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

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.

“What do you think Mimi?” “I can't be sure yet” she replied making Lila's brow furrow deeper. “What happened?” Lila said to Xiao Bai. Xiao Bai recounted everything that happened and the room fell silent. They all had a feeling that things were very bad, but they waited for Lila to speak first. After all she's the one who knows best about the apocalypse. Lila's heart trembled as she said at the same time with Mimi. “Level three zombie” She could only say it to Mimi, she didn't tell the group yet in order to not scare them.