Bl Apocalypse Novels & Stories

We will soon know so let’s get back to the story. “Was anyone able to defeat them?” Lennon asked wanting to know if they can find that person and ask them to help them, or try to do what they did and defeat the demons. “Yes, Noah. But he is too young now and we can’t depend on him, he is a child.” Maya forgot to add that the original apocalypse was twenty years from now, so they won’t be able to relay on the book’s characters to help them because probably all of them are kids or teenagers.

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

The first chance she got, she intended to go back to Malcolm. "Hi, I'm Claire," the brunette introduced herself. "Your dad asked me to bring some of your clothes from your apartment." She motioned to a suitcase at the base of Aya's bed. Aya recognized her old luggage. "Thank you." "We rigged the television to show AVC." Arthur picked up the remote and turned up the volume. "The explosion at Baal corporation was the big story on their news. They're wondering if Baal is going to retaliate tonight." "This vampire television is amazing." Claire sipped from a canned cola. "They have soap operas just like we do. And what on earth is Chocolood?"

“A month ago, there was an escape from Abalon.” The sudden news stilled every muscle in me. “Abalon?” I repeated, hoping to have heard wrong. Abalon was the highest level of prison that existed in the fiery pit of Abyss in our realm. Only first-order demons who were considered ferals and had committed a grave crime were ever held there. Hence, there was no fucking way someone, even a first-order demon, could have escaped from there. “Escape from Abalon? How is that even possible?” I asked, returning to the table where he was seated.

Damian exhaled through his nose, but his hand didn’t leave the weapon. “We don’t have long,” he said, lower now, faster. “If they get you intact, this isn’t a collapse anymore. It’s managed. They stabilize the strain using what’s in your blood and release a version that kills or converts exactly how they design it to. Controlled extinction instead of chaos. That’s worse, not better.” “I won’t be taken.”

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

“Alpha? With all the gods, you live. Commander, the consortium is history, but the Ash Warlords to the no-man's country have located our energy peak. They try the To plunder seed chambers. Our kinetics guns are running hot. If she break through, burns beta. We can't do this...” Another violent bang broke the connection. The signal ripped off. Only the mute, red flashes of a point on the holographic globe far east stayed back. I looked at Kael. His glowing green eyes were fixed to the red spot. He was the Apex. He was made to fight. And now he had a reason,

But they didn't attack. The Apex appeared at the center of the horde. It was smiling. "Scarlett. I've been waiting for you." "I've been waiting for you too." "You've led me here." "Yes." "Into a trap." "Yes." The Apex laughed. "You think you can destroy me?" "I know I can." I raised my hand. The detonator was in my palm. "Goodbye, Apex." I pressed the button. The explosion was massive. The facility erupted in flames.

Nothing from her past life helped her, except for those rumors… Could it be that Emma had awakened an ability? But she was just a child. And why so early? The apocalypse hadn't even started yet. How many days did she even have left? Like it could read her thoughts, a blue translucent screen appeared before her with a message. [Dear Host, you have 10 days until the apocalypse.] Clara's thoughts ran wild. 10 days? Had the system tampered with the timeline? Or was there a glitch? The lack of answers made her even more antsy. Then another question crossed her mind, sending chills down her spine.