Armageddon Conspiracy Novels & Stories

About a thousand years ago. A vision was given to Lycans about a war that would end all lifeforms. Armageddon, the final battle of good versus evil, would no doubt take place in Felfili, and they had an idea about who would be responsible for starting that war. The only way to prevent it from ever happening was if they could kill the child of prophecy. (Hold that thought for a moment; surely all these talks about the the end would be so vague without understanding the beginning).

"Thank you for coming. You made this so much easier." "Your family—" "Is fine. Safe. Never in danger. That was just bait to get you away from Silverwood." My blood ran cold. "It was all a lie." "Not all of it. The architects are real. The conspiracy is real. But I've been working with them all along. Willingly. Happily." "Why?" "Because I believe in their vision. A world without predetermined destinies. Without bloodline hierarchies. True freedom." "By destroying the seal and releasing chaos?"

Even though she had her claws hidden, her powerful presence was still exposed from time to time. The audience couldn't help but shudder. Even the warm wind from the tropics could not drive out the sudden chill that came so suddenly. Finally, Connie began her speech. "I'm Connie Frimpong, also known as Connie Jordan. I am widely acknowledged as the second largest entity in the arms industry, second because I kept a portion of the business hidden to not attract attention." The people at the venue were trembling slightly under the mention of the arms industry. "The business that I run can easily destroy this world. If I want someone dead, no matter where this person runs off to, I will still be

The slip of paper crumpled slightly in Damian’s hand. Missing. Not a coincidence. Not timing. Silencing. He looked out across the dark water, realization settling heavily. The first person willing to speak had vanished within hours. Which meant the truth was real. And someone powerful was terrified of it surfacing. Damian turned back toward the city lights. This was no longer a scandal. It was a conspiracy. And whoever stood behind it had just declared war openly. The first ally had agreed to speak. By nightfall, he was gone.

Smith said and Diana scoffed and they both sat on rocks. " Whatever! I just want him to bind me with that spirit beast he has, I really love them and besides Smith i am noticing something's about you, What is that Mark on your back and your hand, I am really shocked right now " Diana asked and Smith smirked. " Well The tattoo at my back is what I don't really know, This tattoo on my hand is what they call the mark of Amargeedon, I am a seed of Armageddon and it is said that once a seed of Armageddon is marked... Then there is a great war approaching while the wolf tattoo on my back is what I was born with and I don't know what it signifies at all " Smith said taking of his Shirt and revealin

But they’d been in such a hurry that neither had stopped to weigh out the consequences. And now it was too late. Oh he was quite sure about that. Devin had been pretty clear about it. No more trying to fool him. He would be able to read into any of their conspiracy immediately anyway, he’d assured them. He chuckled despite his current mood. “You should have seen him in action. He was so angry – he raked at us for hours about the same topic and the only thing he really said was ‘how could you?’ He’s never going to forgive me for that.”

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Alex set out to assemble a team of trusted allies and experts who could help him tackle the emerging threat. He understood that confronting the conspiracy allegations required a multifaceted approach, one that would benefit from a diverse range of perspectives and expertise. With this in mind, he reached out to individuals from both sides of the political aisle, seeking to create a coalition united in their commitment to transparency and accountability.

"What things?" "The conspiracy's bigger than you know. Purum Sanguinem isn't just supernatural extremists. They've recruited humans. Militias. Hate groups. People who oppose integration from the human side. This party isn't just a supernatural threat. It's a joint operation. Both sides working together to destroy Hope. To destroy what she represents." The information chilled me. We'd prepared for supernatural attacks. For shifters and magic. Not for organized human militias. Not for combined assault from both sides.

Mann had the time and location of where the Black Stone was, and had left the rest of the mission with us but he cautioned us to be vigilant and to expect anything of a likeness to doomsday there, in 1920. Bobby, who was clasping the giant textbook I saw him flipping through earlier sighed and said; "We would be headed to 1920, and precisely, during the October War; a war based on an unwarranted misunderstanding between the US and Germany. " "How does that correlates with the mission to retrieve the shard? " Jack asked veering towards Bobby who then turned, facing Mann. Now, we were all facing him, our eyes fused to his. "Get ready to find out. " Mann let out with a smirk.