Baca Novel Apotheosis Novels & Stories

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.

Even if she knows this world isn't a novel anymore, there's a possibility that Gior could be defeated too. But for some reason, Aesthelia has this feeling that Gior Frauzon was blessed by the deity itself. The demi-god also paid attention to him and wrote Gior's story in disguise as a novel. He will be lucky enough to survive and be safe. Aesthelia was so sure of it. According to Custos, the novel was written by a demi-god because she had transmigrated here.

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

The black book was lying on the ground. She picked it up. The cover had changed. There was no title. Only one word: CONTINUE. Sophia laughed. “Apparently our story isn’t finished.” Lucien looked at the book. “Who knows?” Sophia opened it. The first page was blank. Then words appeared. Not written by the Author. Not written by destiny. Not written by the gods. The words appeared because someone somewhere had made a choice. “Beyond the final universe, there is another world.” Sophia’s smile disappeared.

How tragic would it be to die in the hands of the one you love? Apo requested to talk to Ember in private. She was hesitant at first, but when Reed assured her that there’s nothing wrong with it and that the old doctor just wanted to talk to her about being the Luna of Bresmont, Ember agreed. She doesn’t have much choice, right? Apo brought Ember to her own personal space. It’s like an old cabin with a garden of herbs in the front of the house. It was located in the secluded part of the camp. Apo walked towards the front door, her cane supporting her seemingly frail body. But Ember knew better, Apo is not as frail as she looks. She had a feeling that Apo is really old, much older than she th

A sentence spoken the way executioners speak a name: calm, final, and already happening. He shut his eyes, drawing a careful breath through his nose, tasting ash and incense and old magic on the air. The throne room still carried the echo of Adelaide’s heat—gold-laced fire threaded through the heavier scent of brimstone and iron that always clung to Apollo. The incense sat sweet and rotten at the back of his tongue, as if heaven’s perfume had been burned and scraped into the air as punishment. The old magic had a metallic edge, like blood on a coin.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Right now, those three greedy fools were sitting in an empty house, stewing in the humiliation of being outplayed by the woman they had written off completely. Five hundred thousand dollars, gone. Four bare walls, and nothing but regret to keep them company. But this was only the BEGINNING. When the apocalypse came and it was coming ...they would finally learn what REAL despair felt like. And she would be watching. Safe behind walls they would never find, her daughters at her side, as every single monster who had ever hurt them was swallowed, one by one, by the world they had never seen coming. The real revenge had only just begun.

The room buzzed with a newfound sense of hope and possibility. The weight of grief that had hung over them began to lift, replaced by the promise of a brighter future. And so, as the sun began to set and the room was bathed in the warm glow of the evening, Abigail's journey took an unexpected turn. She had transformed from a grieving widow to a woman who held the keys to a vast fortune and a legacy of success. The road ahead was uncertain, but with the support of her family and friends, she was ready to embrace whatever came her way.