Apotheosis Book Novels & Stories

"Zora Vane." I spun around. Standing on the catwalk behind me were the twelve Apostles. They hadn't followed me into the water; they had simply materialized through the "Void-Rift" I had left in my wake. Their white-gold gowns were glowing with that same, parasitic blue. And in the center of them stood Dante. He didn't look like my husband anymore. He looked like the King of the Hive. "You cannot hide in the mud, First-Born," the Apostles said in unison. "The world is becoming the Spire. The mud is being deleted."

[Please specify the query. "The countdown. Thirty days to twenty-six. What did I do?" The blue panel brightened, and for the first time since it had woken up, the voice sounded almost patient. [The Apocalypse is a chain of events. The Host has altered several of them. Disrupting a fraud, relocating funds, and mass-purchasing supplies have changed the behavior of connected individuals. These changes have caused the first event to move forward.] "That's insane. I bought rice, not a bomb."

When I glance up and I see Dimitri watching me with a gloomy expression. What is he gloomy about? He is the one whom bit my head off earlier and was rude. Scuffing, I turn my head facing the direction I needed to go. After a fifteen-minute walk to the gazebo, I look at the book and read the title. Supernatural Creatures & Healing I smile mentally thanking Aphrodite for this book. She knew I would need to know this if I was to go to my dream college. This Queen is a blessing, and I will forever be grateful for her.

AVA’S POV After the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed. It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance. And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t. Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing. I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.

"The weather will change. The cities will freeze. The authorities will not come to help." Forrest did not laugh. He did not dismiss her claims as paranoia. He simply absorbed the information. His dark eyes scanned her face, looking for any trace of doubt. He found none. "If the world freezes," Forrest said, his voice a low rumble, "the weak will die first. The unprepared will follow shortly after." "I will not be among them," Kacey promised. "I believe you," Forrest said. He turned back to the tailor. "Add two holsters to her order. If she is wearing the armor, she will need the hardware to match."

This was in fact the first time he smiled. "Hm, you're right, Belphegor," he said. Feeling happy that his lord has been cheered up a bit, Belphegor began to fly around the tall bookshelves. "As you can see, my lord, there are hundreds of books in here, from Alchemy, Mathematics, Magic Understanding, Cooking, and many books written by Master Ainz and Lady Lesithea about their research on Alchemy, Undead, and Chimeras, which led to their final and greatest creation, you," said Belphegor.

And underneath it all— The lingering irritation that Draven had been standing there when she made that choice. Cassian forced the thought away. Ava walked slightly ahead of him now, the strange book held carefully in her hands. Even through the dim moonlight the symbols on its cover seemed wrong. Not dangerous. Just… old. Older than wolves. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Ava asked quietly. Cassian glanced down at the book. “Yes.” “What do you think it is?” Cassian exhaled slowly.

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

He took out the only book on the shelf and handed it to Andrius. Andrius picked it up and saw that it had an ancient aura. The title read: “Hades’ Axiom”. He flipped through the pages. The first right page was a diagram of blood vessels, and the left page was a corresponding passage from the axiom. “To achieve ultimate emptiness, maintain profound stillness. Observe all that exists as they rise, return to their roots after they grow and flourish...” As Andrius read, he could not help but be drawn by the contents. He sat down cross-legged and began cultivating according to the instructions in the book. It was an incredibly profound cultivation manual.

Then I pivot, seizing *his* timeline instead. --- **The Apostate's Fall** His scream is symphonic. "*What are you doing?!*" "You're not a judge. You're a fugitive." The static weaves through his essence, unraveling lies. Memories flood me: -The Apostle, once a mortal scholar, devoured by the Silence. -His rebirth as a hybrid, a self-proclaimed curator of endings. -His fear of the Seed, the one force that could unmake his purpose. "You're jealous," I hiss. "The Seed doesn't end stories-it *grows* them."