Apocolyptic Novels & Stories

Some cracks appeared in the void due to his slash. A moment later, this seemingly powerful army, which was made up of tens of thousands of soldiers, had been defeated by Apophis. Jim spewed out a large mouthful of blood inside the Ragnarok Formation. Dillon and the others that were nearby were ghastly pale as well. Along with Apophis’s assault, which defeated the thousands of troops that evolved from the formation, many Demigods vomited blood and died on the spot. They were unable to withstand the horrific strength of Apophis.

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Theo says and I shook my head. Theo opened the passengers seat and literally dragged me out untill I started puking on the green grass. He cussed and knocked on Romeo's door quickly. I wiped my mouth and the door opened revealing a angry Romeo. "What the fuck dude?!" Romeo yelled at the top of his lungs. He looked pissed. "I need your help, the police are after Anna-" "-Don't you dare try to fool me, her name is Ola and I know she killed a woman called Lola so why should I harbour a criminal in my house" I hear Romeo say. I couldn't keep myself up anymore. I passed out.

Images flickered rapidly—worlds stripped empty, recursive structures collapsing, massive geometric organisms devouring black void entities across shattered realities. But eventually— The weapon changed. Adapted. Learned. The Hollow King stopped distinguishing between Nulls and recursive civilizations. Consumption became universal. The first civilization realized their mistake too late. So they buried it. Deep beneath convergence architecture. Deep beneath recursive layers. Deep beneath reality itself. Directly under the sanctuary. Lucian stared blankly. “You people built the apocalypse under our feet.” The first reflection looked at him quietly. “Not us.” A pause. “Them.”

My eyes widened and I nearly fell off the bed, fearful bumps rising all over my body. ​What in the world? Does this thing want to get me killed? ​Forget the penalty for a second. Just getting close to that madman was enough to get me killed before the timer even ran out! ​There is literally no one in this city who does not know Lucien Giovanni. Even now, while the world is still normal, his name is spoken in terrified whispers. And after the apocalypse began, he became even more notorious. He didn't just survive the end of the world; he thrived in it.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

The sensation was sickeningly familiar, muscle memory from a massacre etched into his very bones. A wet crunch echoed through the room like thunder. The remaining scholars screamed and scrambled back, wings scraping the walls, papers and scrolls scattering in a storm of terror. Some tried to shield their eyes with trembling wings, as if not seeing their king would somehow spare them his notice. Apollo rose slowly from the corpse, his body flickering between forms— horns sprouting then receding, wings tearing free then dissolving, claws extending then splitting, eyes shifting from gold to ember to bottomless voids.

Over the past few years, they had continued to reach out to me, carefully lowering themselves, cautious and restrained. I answered. On the screen were their faces, aged just a little more. "Julia, we saw the news… you’re amazing." My mother’s voice trembled. "Back then… back then, your father and I were confused. We were blinded and let you suffer so much. We… we’re not asking for your forgiveness. We just want to properly apologize." My father stood beside her, nodding silently, regret plainly visible in his eyes. I looked at them, my heart utterly calm.

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

I feel my hair stand up on the back of my neck at the misshapen grimace on his face. "The list of all the family members involved in the accident that took our children. That's why you left, right? Because I had no excuse to eliminate them, right? Because you were disappointed that I didn't do anything to ease your pain, amore mio. So when you left, I thought it over, and I understood. You were mad at me for letting them live." Then he grabs my hands as I tremble with all my being, and he closes my eyes and places a series of kisses on them. "But you don't have to be mad anymore. I killed them all for you. I was too busy mourning our children without ever showing you my own pain, and I faile