Apocolyptic Novels & Stories

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

but they are not like mine. “Apocalypse, this is where you belong.” Hearing, I turn my head and notice that I am in the arms of the man who appeared to me in my dream. The hood doesn’t allow me to see his face, but the yellow light of his eyes is clearly visible. His chest is trained, and his arms could strangle me with a simple squeeze. “I already told you and your friend, that I am not this Apocalypse, my name is Nicolette!” “That is what you are in that world, but here you are the most powerful weapon of destruction...and You are destined to live by my side, to build an Empire in the world of light.” He continued.

“Why would you say that?” He shakes his head and retorts. “Because Apolliana is Abaddon.” I reel back as if I was slapped in the face. “What the bloody hell are you talking about, Michael? Lana is not Abaddon. The scriptures all say that I am Abaddon.” “They are wrong, Lucifer. The fates confirmed it after we imprisoned her. Apolliana is Abaddon. She is the destroyer. She had already shown signs of her immense power. That is why we couldn’t risk letting her out of her prison. Once you forfeited your place in heaven, you damned her as well. Rapelles toi,” Remember. “It’s all about balance. She is the second half of your soul, but her soul was dying, killing all of the good inside her. The fat

But before he could run or react, Alexa let out a fierce roar and its strong body suddenly lunged forward vigorously, pinning down the demon wolf that wasn't big when grounded. With a bite, Alexa took away the wolf's life but killing demon wolves is not so simple. They can resurrect from their death , they need to be burnt into ashes. Old witch came there and raised her palms, from which fire emitted and burnt the dead wolf's copasre. ______

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

Estelle revealed a joyous expression. "Well?" Nicholas was a little surprised. He looked at Lucas and asked, "Lucas, they are...?" Nicholas was naturally referring to the Apocalyptic Legion. "The Apocalyptic Legion is all made up of Rank 3 Ultimate King Ranked Realm zombies," Lucas said slowly and indifferently. "What?" As soon as the finished his words, Nicholas and Estelle were both shocked, opening their eyes wide. "Senior, is... is what you said true?" Estelle swallowed her saliva and looked at Lucas in horror.

The sudden emptiness made her moan—louder than she meant to, the sound slipping past my fingers for just a second. Outside the door, a familiar voice cut through the silence. “Chloe? Is that you?” Her body went rigid against me. Footsteps approached. Her husband’s voice came again, closer this time, followed by the low murmur of other people. They must have finished whatever they were doing and decided to head this way. I didn’t waste a second. I pulled out of her, yanked her panties back up, and smoothed her dress down. Then I grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the second exit at the far end of the restroom—the one that led straight out to the side alley.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

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."

Lucian smiled, a wide, brilliant grin that made my chest fly with pure delight as he bounced in my grip, screaming his victory for the entire world to hear. A shaking, painful smile breaks me from the memory as I clench my fingers into the grass, praying for the Goddess to bring that exact smile back to me. To bring that light back to him, too, and to make everything as bright as it once was. “Mom! It hurts!” Lucian screamed as he writhed violently on the floor, his bones cracking and casting him into a display of pure, unadulterated agony that I was forced to watch from a distance. “Mom, please! Make it stop!”