Astral Apostle Novels & Stories

How would taking off the spell that was put on me to conceal my scent make things better. “Theia, what…” I was interrupted by a loud, angry roar as Gavrael reappeared on the battlefield but not as a person, as a beast. His beast form was a huge red dragon with massive wings, and he looked really pissed off. I was stunned beyond words. I never knew that the demon king had a beast form just as we had our wolves. “Don’t ask questions, just do it, now!” She said and I obeyed.

’ Astaroth thought, ‘Yes, I can seek help from the astral daemon! As he thought about it, he began to communicate with the astral daemon in his heart. Previously, when the astral daemons contacted him, they expressed their willingness to help him and provide him with power. Their only request was for him to assist the astral daemons in dealing with Adrian and his group. The astral daemons even assured him that if he encountered danger, they could come to his aid. Now, with danger looming, Astaroth could contact the astral daemons for help. If he could reach them, he could harness their formidable power to wipe out Adrian and the others.

a male voice said. Damn! It just had to be them, why couldn't they send normal soldiers! These two are part of an elite force known as the Apostle clan, it's more of a militia that Lucius set up for his daughter Simran, and few years ago, precisely '2019' I was told by Lucius that Simran is my soulmate and we were to be married once we come of age. Our love has bloomed and I am willing to die for her, I will do anything to please her and make her happy, I love her more than life itself. But it doesn't mean I like those arrogant pricks who serve her. I didn't like the idea of traveling with those Apostle soldiers, especially Major Triston Allen and Sergeant Anderson Marshal. “I don't think th

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

Well, I just met him so technically I haven't had that much interaction with him. He was just so gorgeous and manly and hot and perfect that one look at him and I could already feel myself becoming wet. Only that he’s a bit grumpy and strict. He’s the Alpha King after all, he’s got four thrones to rule, and that must be what made him a grumpy lion. I prayed first to the moon goddess before I entered the room of Luna Mercylle. Sandra, one of my co-servants, said that Luna Mercylle is cruel and the worst Luna that has ever lived.

Their gold icons on the map turned a violent, necrotic purple. "Phoenix! The resonance is being hijacked!" Ryan’s voice shrieked from the orbital relay, his face a mask of absolute, structural failure. "The Apostles... they aren't attacking us. They’re using the global stabilization frequency you just established as a back-door! They’re slaving the minds of every wolf you just saved!"

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."

Why me? "What makes you think that I'm powerful and special?" "You're a Zodiante, you have the power of the stars. You're powerful, you can to things other can't." The guy next to me coldly replied. "A what now?" "A Zodiante, like me. You have the power to summon a specific celestial spirit, Goddess Virgo. You must be special for a star to choose a human being like you." I could feel the hatred in his voice. "Why did it choose me?"

Sasha, attuned to the whispers of astral winds, murmured, "The answers we seek are written in the very breath of this realm. We must listen, for the astral winds carry the secrets of the cosmos." Maris, a guardian of earthly and astral realms, cautioned, "The astral challenges may not be tangible, but they are no less real. Stay vigilant; the astral enigma tests not just strength, but perception." Seraphina, her lyre resonating with astral melodies, played a tune that seemed to merge with the very essence of the realm. "Our journey is a symphony, each note resonating through the astral expanse. Let our melodies harmonize with the cosmic energies."

"Born with these gifts, not infected with them. These Ascended are thieves, stealing power that doesn't belong to them. We must strike first or be destroyed." The second movement was somehow worse. The Ascension Church, founded by a charismatic pastor named John Redfield, claimed the transformation was divine intervention. The Rapture. God elevates humanity to its rightful place above all other creatures. "We have been chosen," Redfield preached to thousands of Ascended followers. "God has given us these gifts so that we may rule the Earth as was always intended. The age of monsters is over. The age of mankind begins now." Both movements were gaining followers by the hour. I stood in my comm