Bl Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I exhaled sharply, and pulled my knees up to my chest to try and disperse the butterflies swarming my gut. They were not because of Nox, I told myself. It was the brisket. The fabulous, delicious brisket. “I guess I’ll just start from the top then.” Jada said, glancing at Hakeem who stood across the room, for support. He offered her a curt nod and nothing more. “Right, then. So, there’s this prophecy. Seer’s have been talking about it for centuries. It’s big, like monumentally big.” “Jeremy said it predicted me destroying the world or something. Who knew the apocalypse would be started by someone named Lilac.” The strong note of bitterness in my voice had my joke falling flat.

My vision blurred, darkness creeping at the edges—then nothing. A warm glow flickered behind my eyelids, the scent of burning wood filling my senses before consciousness fully returned. My body ached, a dull, throbbing pain stretching across my limbs. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw firelight dancing against the trees. We were still in the woods. My clothes were damp, my skin tight with cold, but I was alive. Then I heard it—his voice. “I’m so glad you’re alive,” Abaddon muttered, the roughness of his tone edged with something unreadable. “But at the same time, I want to kill you.”

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

Maybe he didn't exist acting so quickly because he knew my hesitation in wanting to involve my creatures in the human world. "How does it start?" I asked Miguel, feeling his despair blending with mine. I knew that much of the pain he felt in his heart had a good amount of recognition by Kleyphon's severed wings, because not even he was fully recovered from his injuries, and it had been more than a week since it happened." How is the apocalypse described in the Bible? Miguel opened his mouth to speak, but it was Anne's voice that sounded closer to me.

"Theo, come over here. Read this section over, would you?" I took the book from him, taking a seat across from him and leaning back into the plush of my chair as I read the writing on the page. Before long I felt my own brow furrow and my lips turn down as I registered what I was reading. The writer was telling of attacks, Rogue attacks, circling town for months and growing increasingly close. They talked about fires staring without warning, of the whole of their borders coated in flame. I thought back to the fire I had seen blazing in the distance the night I came upon Alpha Rhodes. I thought of the movie night, of the whisperings amongst the warriors about the attacks growing nearer to the

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

I said to Isabelle. “ Okay, I love you." “ I love you too.” I ended the call and turned. “What's going on” Uncle Carlos opened his laptop and showed me the CCTV footage. It was the night of the fire at Isabelle's apartment, at first I couldn't see the figure clearly but then I saw him. “Pause.” I said quietly and Carlos paused the video. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I replayed the footage again and again, dragging the timeline back, zooming in until the image blurred, as if the truth might change if I looked at it long enough.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.