Apocolyptic Novels & Stories

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

Amanda demanded more information about the unknown event, staring at the warning still hanging inside her vision. “What exactly changed?” she asked, her voice tight. “Tell me what you detected beneath the ocean floor.” A.R.I.S. answered without delay. {Environmental movement detected beneath the ocean floor.} Amanda's stomach tightened. She stared at the words, then toward the distant coastline beyond the unfinished fortress, suddenly unable to breathe normally. “What is moving?” Amanda asked. {Unable to identify the source.} Her fingers tightened around her phone. “How deep is it?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her.

Elara asked, her mind reeling. "It’s not a weapon of destruction, Elara. It’s an Ontological-Infection (a corruption of the very nature of being). It’s the 'Human Condition.' It’s the paradox of knowing you will die, yet loving anyway. We aren't going to stop the Sync. We’re going to let them d******d us."

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

My hand is over hers, and her power surges through the blade as we plunge it into his chest. Tears sting my eyes as Apophis’s chilling voice that makes me ill every time I hear it rings in the air. ‘NO!’ I open my eyes and stare into Aleric’s wide eyes. Apophis’s screams of rage as the sky begins to lighten around us are shrill and ear-splitting, but I’m unable to bask in the sight of victory… Aleric is staring back at me as his life fades before my eyes. He didn’t think I’d do it.

A small green dot floated around, similar to a snowflake. Yanlong's heart chilled. A cold shiver ran through her back. Apocalypse is here a whole eight hours early. How much could this butterfly change? one can only guess. Worse, she was trapped in a bathroom with shower running. She lost her consciousness even as she thought 'I have to sit down'. A thud sounded from the bathroom. The shower is still running. One green snowflake turned to two, two turned to four, soon, It is like a green snow storm out there. Only, not a single person is awake to witness it.

This appears to be his latest victim. And finally, the immortal that you least want to meet on your way. Known as Pestilence, he has the ability to rot everything in his path, and his mere presence can cause death. His appearance is repulsive, his skin looks like it is flaking off. The white Agalariept that accompanies him is just as disgusting. My four horsemen were finally in front of me. They dismounted from their horses and bowed to me. One by one, they rose to their feet and swore allegiance to the supreme king of the underworld.

was all I could utter while trying to avoid the looks of the vampires in the office. The meeting was over after more than three hours of making strategies. The Lycan thread is growing to be more serious than before. Especially after our last battle. That is what I concluded from the coven members, Apollyon, Ambrose, Atieno, Afanas, and Aldon. Elijah told me that their names were picked up on their personalities..... - Apollyon means the destroyer in Greek culture. - Ambrose means the immortal divine, and it's also a Greek name.

This one sinks into the snow. -You're right, Azael. We are toxic. I say breaking down once more- We should never have started this- I wish you luck, but I would lie to you. So fuck you, Azael. -And these are the last words I say to him before I turn around and start walking down the sidewalk without looking back. Then I hear a scream of pure rage coming from him. Or maybe despair. But I can swear with certainty that it was the most heartbreaking I've ever heard.

I yelled over the beast's shrieks, my hands slick with its blood as I continued to drive the knife deeper. [Target vital capacity is dropping rapidly, Host Eva! Core energy levels are at thirty-five percent. However, the structural integrity of the lookout platform has reached zero percent! The ledge is collapsing!] Before the system could even finish the warning, a loud CRACK echoed beneath us. The entire concrete path split away from the warehouse wall. The heavy stones tilted downward into the air sliding away from the building. The Blade-Stalker lost its footing entirely. It let out one desperate roar as its massive body began to slide backward falling toward the dark hungry crowd of inf