Apocalyptic Romance Novels & Stories

While lycans that copulate with werewolves give birth to lycans (although the theory hasn't been proven. Author's note: Hello everyone, this is my first story here, I hope I receive some amount of love. Thank you guys so much. Also, thank you for giving this book a try. CHAPTER ONE — KARINA AGAFONOV. The year 3005 marked the worst year in the history of mankind. It was the year of the great war — a war between humans and werewolves. The war was devastating, shaking the state of the world in all aspects. Nations fell, businesses were lost and even the great men felt the impact of the war. Eventually the war ended — in the early year 3006, leaving billions across the world to perish to their d

Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. “I said we’d go somewhere cold,” he corrected. “And safe.” Safe. That was the key word. Aspen was neutral territory. No blood feuds. No bullets. No rivals. Just snow, expensive cabins, and people who drank overpriced cocoa and pretended the world wasn’t run by men like him. That was the plan. The universe, however, had always enjoyed laughing at Sebastian Volkov. The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her.

the Goddess said serenely. I looked at my mother, who seemed lost in deep thought. Suddenly, I felt the scorching heat as the moons drew dangerously close. If they had already neared the Dark Realm, then they must be even closer to the rest of the world, bringing the apocalypse—the end of everything. The entire sky blazed crimson, casting an eerie glow over the land as waves of molten lava surged forward, spreading wider with each passing second. The heat was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of burning ground.

Then after a pause he added quietly, “…but good for them.” Even Michael, still holding the horrifying necklace Yiwei had handed him, looked over and groaned. “Are you two seriously having a romantic moment right now?” Lucifer didn’t even look back. “Yes.” Michael threw his free hand into the air. “We’re in the middle of the apocalypse!” Allistair finally glanced sideways. His grin returned immediately. “Relax, Michael.” He leaned casually against Lucifer. “We’re celebrating.” Michael stared at him. “…Celebrating what?”

Fated to me for all of eternity. HELLO! THIS IS A AUTHORS NOTE. I MADE A MISTAKE IN THE LAST UPDATE BY REFERRING TO APRIL AS A WOLF. THAT'S A MISTAKE. I'M CURRENTLY WRITING TWO BOOKS(ONE IS ON ANOTHER PLATFORM) AND WHILE TRYING TO BEAT DEADLINES, I OFTEN MISTAKE THE TWO STORIES FOR ONE ANOTHER, HENCE THAT MISTAKE. I'M VERY SORRY FOR THAT MIX UP. APRIL IS HUMAN, THAT HAS BEEN THE MAIN PLOT OF THE BOOK SINCE WE STARTED.

I complete in an extremely calm tone. “I know I haven't given you any reason to trust me, but I promise you that I will protect you. Whoever this mother fucker is, that is trying to kill you won't get an inch close to you.” Roman says with a growl as he takes a step towards me, frowning in despair when I match his step with one backwards. “But you don't believe me.” I say to him as I feel my heart breaking all over again. This was not supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with anybody. But with the rage and anger I felt right now, only one thing was sure, I definitely had feelings for this large minster standing in front of me.

and he threw Hermione a look of deepest dislike. “Stay calm Antonio" chided another older-looking lycan. "We do not panic like mere humans, we are lycans and we would sooner find a solution." “What happens if we decide to end her, thereby preventing the apocalypse? “added another Lycan, rather foolishly. “You’d be a fool to do that,” said Violet, ominously. The repercussions would be enough to wipe out lycans from the face of the earth. Hermione had remained quiet all this time, she merely observed the reactions of the council, but the suggestion to take her life made her furious.

It is only because of this job she could go home, relax in her tub and read a web novel before sleep even after the apocalypse. Her favorite are rebirth apocalypse novels and dashing hero ones. After all, we only ever like fantasy when reality is utterly disappointing. There is no way to reincarnate even with all the weird abilities going around. If there were any good men in the world, they did not survive past the first week of the apocalypse. She knew very well what she would do if she were the lead of either story. If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.