Apotheosis Book Novels & Stories

The creature thrashed and writhed in a desperate attempt to shake Eos off its neck, but he couldn't do it because of the pain and agony. Creed became overwhelmed by the intensity of the scene before him and lost his trail of thoughts for a moment. It felt like time had stopped, with each second stretching out into forever. Yet Eos stood steadfast, his fingers holding the weapon so hard that his knuckles became white. After 3 minutes of relentless slashing and mutilating, the beast lost his strength. The formless beast let out one last gut-wrenching roar as it succumbed to its wounds, and its massive body plummeted to the ground below. Soon, a deafening silence descended upon the forest as it

Apocalypse Child, the Devil's Bride, she has no masters before him. They walk and they talk, they swim down the Nile. And each one kills the other in the morning. Over coffee, over wine, I'm doing my time in the Demiurge's prism of mourning. So clad in a ghost, so white I'm the snow, I blanket the forest in hoarfrost. Sterile yet fertile, deserter of deserters. My girdle Aphrodite, the chorus. Suddenly, all symptoms of the infections of the light elves were gone - And we stood alone in a circle of graves.

Everyone stared at her. “You have another plan?” the doctor asked. “Of course.” Sandra looked toward the system screen. “System, can you build a secure wall around this hospital?” [SYSTEM: Request received.] [Building a secure defense wall is possible.] [Would you like to activate Hospital Defense Mode?] Sandra grinned. “Yes!” [SYSTEM: Hospital Defense Mode activated.] A loud mechanical sound suddenly came from outside. The ground shook as huge metal walls rose around the hospital. The walls continued to grow until they surrounded the entire building, leaving only a strong metal gate at the entrance.

But his eyes were stunned, as he sees something bizarre, something… beyond earthly… The Distortion. Green fields full of vegetation, sky dyed in all blue, deep oceans abundant in life, a time where dusts of light called stars make a beauteous scenery and merges together with the moonlight, all that only exist inside the DEOS - the only existing book and is said to have recorded how the Creator shaped nonentity into a masterpiece, the only source of knowledge about life, and also the reason why people are deprived of the right to know- It is said that the book was left by the Creator to conduct order and laws. But no one really knows.

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

Ding! The blue screen pulsed once, standard gold text floating up. [PROMPT: THE APOCALYPSE SYSTEM IS A HIGHER-DIMENSIONAL SURVIVAL INFRASTRUCTURE DESIGNED TO FACILITATE HOST ADAPTATION DURING PLANETARY RESTRUCTURING EVENTS.] Evelyn let out a low, breathy sigh, leaning her head back against the plush leather cushion. "That’s a canned response. You’ve given me that script before."

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

“In early spring, Neo takes over Purgatorium and brings it to an end. He takes charge of Apotheosium. He announces the change of Purgatorium’s reign at the end of February. He establishes Drakarium, retires the title of ‘godking’ and takes on the title ‘Dracorex Neo.’” These were the contents traced onto the pages of the book. Carlene knew its contents like the back of her hand. These words were part of an ancient prophecy. She used to think that it was just some made-up prophecy, but she thought about it afterward and figured that it was not the case.

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.