Apocalyptic Chef Awakening Novels & Stories

It was as if her life had been cursed in some way. Her life was turned upside down when she discovered she was a clone and not even a human being. To think she was created from that girl's DNA, raised in a laboratory, brainwashed for six years, and then discarded when that girl was awake. Her life was truly dreadful. When she fell off the cliff, she thought she was finally going to be released, but that was only the beginning. As someone who knew herself when it came to these horrible dreams, she was certain that she had not only fed on someone, but that person was certainly dead as a result of the way she had sucked all that blood.

Nearly choking on my own spit, I grabbed my fork and tore into the baked potato, watching as a river of butter spilled from between its charred flesh. Ryker, who watched the exchange with a raised brow, began peeling the meat off his ribs with a fork and knife. Of course, he ate with a sophistication that made me feel like a ravenous animal. “The demon we interrogated revealed something interesting,” He began, pausing to bring his fork to his mouth. “Apparently, the weaker ones were dormant within their hosts. They’ve begun to awaken. They’ll start causing chaos, which will make them relatively easy to pick off.”

**<< Meaning they can be triggered? **<< Remotely… >>** Reynolds confirmed, wincing as he typed. **<< Or… on pre-set timer… Thorne’s protocols… >>** He pulled up another window – garbled text fragments. **<< …contingency ‘Scorched Earth’… activate upon command authority loss… >>** He looked up, eyes wide with fear. **<< If Thorne or Dominic… are compromised… sleepers activate… automatically… after… countdown? >>** The implication was horrifying. Dominic’s wounding and exposure might have already triggered a doomsday clock. They weren’t just hunting a monster; they were racing against an automated apocalypse targeting children, the elderly, and refugees.

I wondered if she would end up throwing her pride away and scrambling for supplies like I did last time. I was honestly looking forward to it. I hoped she wouldn't disappoint me too soon! The next morning… The sun hadn't even risen when the heat woke me up. That same suffocating, bone-dry feeling from my past life came rushing back. I quickly switched on the air conditioner, and the cool air brought me back to my senses. It must have already been scorching hot outside. The plants outside my window were all drooping and wilting. I stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the sun slowly climbed higher. The clock on the wall ticked back and forth. The apocalyptic heatw

At that moment, Buttercup let out another sharp cry, startling the woman in the white bodysuit. She froze, abandoned her advance, set a dagger on the table, and retreated toward the wall. A heartbeat later, she stepped straight through it and vanished. After watching the entire recording, Cyrus felt a heavy shadow settle over him. An Awakened with that kind of ability posed an enormous threat. No matter how reinforced the bunker was, it would mean nothing against someone who could simply walk through solid walls.

“Evie—Evie, please, come back—don’t leave me—” The Awakening slams into me, one final time. White-hot power detonates beneath my skin, a supernova burning through every cell. And I scream, helpless, as the world erupts into blinding, endless light—caught between destruction and rebirth, between the past and the future, between who I was and who I must become.

I choked out, my fingers searching for the obsidian pendant. From the wreckage of the glass behind us, a low, subsonic growl began to build. It wasn’t the sound of a wounded man. It was the sound of the earth breaking open. A white light began to glow from beneath the shards, growing brighter and hotter until the very air began to sing with the frequency of the stars. The Apex was rising, and this time, he wasn’t bringing mercy. He was bringing the end of the Monet line.

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

Thinking I was bleeding, I lifted my shirt—only to see that the diamond-shaped mark on my waist had vanished. “Awakening has three stages: first, you live like an ordinary person. Second, you regain your memories. Third, you awaken as a chief god. When awakening occurs, you may choose to discard the memories of your reborn life and fully become the self from over three thousand years ago… or you may retain all your current memories…” Her pale purple lips moved with each word, and I absorbed every single one—but it was completely beyond my ability to process. Memories spanning millennia, every shattered fragment from my dreams, all surged like a tidal wave, completely drowning my thoughts. I

And then the sky-map flickered into being over the canopy, a clear two miles east in pulsing gold. DEPOT ACTIVE: 1 HOUR. The depot had food. Medicine. Real gear, not just the scraps from the drops. Everyone left alive was going to converge on that clearing like water downhill. Everyone was desperate. Which was, of course, the point. "It's a trap," I said. "Obviously it's a trap." Thor was already checking the hatchet edge. "It's also food, and the kid hasn't eaten since yesterday. Neither have you. Sometimes you have to walk into the trap because what's outside will kill you slower."