Apotheosis Novel Novels & Stories

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

I hear the word called 'love' and I have seen others show it to each another, but nobody ever exhibits love towards me. There are days when I've felt like taking away my mortality and leaving this harsh world, but I resisted the urge to do it. The only thing that kept me going was my plan to escape the pack one day and go far away, to a place where I would never be found. There I will start a new life and know peace. Everyday, I hoped a helper would come. Days felt like months, and months felt like years. The torture felt so long that I was astonished at the fact that I still had life in me.

The light from the Apex Obelisk shot into the sky, spreading across the globe at incredible speed and enveloping the Earth. The light from the Apex Obelisk and the Timewinder met in the sky above Mount Regent, creating a breathtaking spectacle. As the land of Novemton was bathed in light, all the plants rapidly emerged from the soil and grew. Greenery returned to the land, and the fresh scent of vegetation filled the air. In cities and countryside alike, people and animals reappeared where they had been when they were killed or reset. "D-Didn't I die?” "Am I alive?”

It was tied to this place, to the Underworld. “I have to try again,” Ava said, her voice stronger this time. Hayden opened his mouth to protest, but Ava didn’t wait. She placed her hands back on the altar, bracing herself for the surge of energy. It came again, more powerful this time, but she didn’t pull away. She let it flow through her, grounding herself in the connection. Slowly, the carvings on the altar began to shift, glowing with an eerie light. The air around them crackled with energy as the seal on the ancient text began to break.

The moment we step in, I meet the cold gazes of brute men, drinking and shouting over loud cheers. The ceiling above us is high. The space is wide and empty, with cheap chairs and tables scattered around. It looks like a large, ancient cathedral, without an altar. Just tables and chairs. At the counter, my eyes meet Stefan, the giant. The very man who beat me to a pulp. “He the man?” Mark asks. “Yeah, he’s the one,” I reply, hatred brewing in my eyes. Then a voice comes from behind us, loud and hoarse, like that of a serpent.

Aisha looked down at the notebooks. At the life contained inside them. At the family that had never existed. And for the first time since arriving at Belle Vue, she felt something unexpected. Not professional curiosity. Not clinical interest. Something far more dangerous. Compassion. Because somewhere inside those pages she had glimpsed a lonely man constructing an entire universe simply so he wouldn't have to face the possibility of being completely alone. And somehow that felt more heartbreaking than any illness. The rain continued falling outside. Far across the hospital, Arman sat beside his window writing another chapter of a life that had never happened.

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

Overhead, the torches flicker green and red like twin veins of blood and poison, casting a sickly glow over everything. At the center of the room, the altar waits, carved with screaming faces and wings. Athea moves around it like a high priestess from some long-dead cult, robes now crimson, soaked to the hem in something darker than dye. She sprinkles crushed bone into a brazier. It hisses and ignites with a violent green flame. My stomach twists.

To me, it was a reminder that no matter how much you tried to bury the past, it had a way of setting itself alight again. The hospital beneath me buzzed with life. The hum of machinery, the muted voices of doctors switching shifts, the quiet shuffle of patients all sounds I once associated with fear. Tonight, they should have felt like triumph. This hospital was mine now. My monument. My resurrection but instead of pride, unease pressed into me like a stone lodged beneath my ribs.

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.