Bl Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Host Eva has demonstrated absolute control over her territory, eliminated all internal threats, and established a dominant hierarchy over local survivors. The text blinked twice, the blue light turning into a warm, golden color that made the skin on my arms feel hot and alive. [System Announcement: Volume 1 Complete. Host Eva has established a solid foothold in the apocalypse. Preparing to unlock Volume 2 Global Map Expansion in twenty-four hours. Sleep well, Host.]

Sam pulled Allen shirt up and drew an pack mark over his heart. The mark, which was supposed to have been stronger for a pack bond having drawn it, flared briefly, but ended up doing nothing to alleviate the high fever or spasms of pain wracking Allen body. Sebestian Alpha command wasn't working anymore, either, and they were both frustrated by their helplessness. Allen tossed his head from side to side, mussing his damp hair on the pillow. He kept muttering the Alpha sacred oath in his delirium.

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.

Old runes ran along the walls like scars. Kieran leaned against stone, breathing hard. Blood soaked his shirt. Dax tore cloth from his coat and bound the wound with efficient brutality. Kieran hissed but didn’t fight him—couldn’t. Kieran’s eyes found mine. “Aria… they called you ashbound.” My stomach dropped. “What?” Dax’s hands paused for the smallest heartbeat. Kieran swallowed. “The elders said the Moonwater turned black because the ashbound line woke up again.” Dax’s gaze lifted to me, gold eyes unreadable. “Your mother never told you what your blood is.”

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

And Cal won't have to walk in on them making out again. The rest of the meeting finished quickly as we all got our assignments. We have been warned that the Abyss might be upping their game. I have no idea what that means. What the hell could they possibly do more than they already have? The whole thing baffles me. They basically are already killing Mother Earth, and soon the humans will die if this keeps up.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

“This shouldn’t be happening for months.” A distant siren wailed somewhere across the sleeping city. Caleb’s expression darkened. “Your return fractured the timeline.” The wind howled violently through the harbor. And then— “The apocalypse isn’t coming,” Caleb said quietly. “It’s bleeding into the present.”

Revelation also cites the Greek version of the name, Apollyon, probably a reference to Apollo, Greek god of pestilence and destruction. Abezethibou One-winged DEMON who lives in the Red Sea, plots against every wind under the heavens, and is the enemy of Moses. In the Testament of Solomon, Abezethibou states that he once sat in the fi rst heaven, named Amelouth. He was present when Moses was taken before the pharaoh of Egypt and was summoned to the aid of the Egyptian magicians when they sought to discredit Moses. Abezethibou takes credit for turning the pharaoh against Egypt and for inciting the Egyptians to pursue the Israelites in their exodus. When the parted Red Sea falls in on the Egyp

“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.