Apocalyptic Beast Novels & Stories

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

"They're being hunted." Swarming around the massive, crippled Crawler were shadows. They weren't the geometric, anti-matter Null-Sentinels. These were biological. Huge, heavily mutated predators born from the chaotic explosion of the Origin-Code. They looked like wolves, but they were the size of rhinos, their fur glowing with erratic pulses of blue sub-ether energy, their jaws lined with jagged, crystalline teeth. "Origin-Beasts," I whispered, the realization chilling my blood. "When I detonated the Void-Drive, the code rewrote the environment... but it rewrote the surviving wildlife, too. We accidentally created apex predators."

She succumbs and even holds onto me but that doesn't satisfy Aurora, who hasn't been able to feed in centuries. Even though Cassandra is willingly offering herself to me, it's not enough for the beast inside of me. I firmly hold Cassandra's head so that she has no chance of escaping me. I know this isn't for my benefit or satisfaction but I can't help but enjoy the euphoric feeling that comes with satisfying the soul of my dear friend, Aurora. It's somewhat addictive and I feel as though a deep neglected need inside of me is finally receiving the treatment it deserves. "Heaven." I hear Amelia's voice but the thing is, right now, I'm not exactly Heaven. "I think you have had enough."

The wolf lowered its head so Claude could physically feel its molten breath on the back of his neck, then the beast smelled him. SNIFFFFFFF "Heheheheheh.....grrrrrr...your mOre LikE us tHan yOou tHink, boy..grr......DiStAnTlY....I smELL IT!" The beasts final message sent a chill down Claudes spine. Immediately after the beast turned to its side lifting its leg to let a stream of flaming hot piss hit Claude as his world suddenly faded to black. *** September 5, 2240 Claude was welcomed into consciousness by pain and random aches that announced themselves all at the same time in an agonizing chaos. He groggily opened his eyes and saw a navy blue screen appear, it read; [Astral Quest Complete!]

I gawked at Arlo, “Arlo, please tell me everything you know about Alex's predators.” “Apex Predators are beings that occupy the highest position in power, strength, and abilities, making it the most feared and respected hunter. They possess abilities that surpass those of other supernatural creatures.” Arlo explained. “Other supernatural beings fear and respect an Apex Predator, often avoiding confrontations or showing deference. They can also adapt to various environments and situations, making them formidable opponents in any setting.” I nodded in understanding, “Thank you.” “Where's Gemma?” I asked calmly, trying not to think to avoid Arwan reading my thoughts.

"These texts hold the key to unlocking the truth. We must study them diligently." Luna, her curiosity piqued, picked up a worn leather-bound book. "Look at this, it speaks of the Black Beast—a creature of immense power that was said to be capable of harnessing the corruption itself. Could this be the source of the darkness we face?" Hyperion nodded, his expression grave. "The Black Beast is a legend rooted in our ancient history. It is said that it possesses the ability to channel and control the corruption, using it as a weapon. If we are to understand and confront the corruption, we must comprehend the true nature of the Black Beast."

"I... who is this kind person who took him in? I might be able to convince him to take me in, too." All humour left Knox's eyes, and I almost took a step away from him just from how dangerous he looked. "I doubt he would," he said, his voice thick with hatred as he pulled out his left hand again. "The same person who took Valerian in... is the same person who did this to my hand, simply because I refused a duel, knowing what he could do." "What?" "Eros," he said, his voice low. "Eros Dionte, the worst monster of them all."

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.