Black Adam Vs Apocalypse Novels & Stories

He probably should have thought things through. He heard high pitched screams and looked up. Abaddon had a fistful of Azaliah’s hair in his hand. Fresh strength built up within him and he lunged for the demon. Both spirits started to roll on the grassy field while delivering punches. Aleph’s punches were no where close to Abaddon’s but he was not yet knocked out, so every thing was good. Abaddon raised his leg and kicked Aleph in the groin, he grunted and fell off the demon.

Baam! Following a loud bang, Leon's fist landed on the Second Apostle's chest. The Second Apostle was instantly sent flying and landed on the ground. As soon as he landed, he spat blood and paled, before slumping on the ground. Since Leon's level in sage art was much higher than martial art, the injury the Second Apostle suffered was worse than that of the Fifth Apostle since he took a blow of spiritual energy directly from Leon. He was lucky that he dodged in time to prevent taking the blow in the heart; that was how he managed to survive.

Kara's body? The hospital called asking. We need to start thinking of making arrangements for her." Atlas spun around and threw his bottle of whiskey at his beta, then started yelling at him. "We aren't going to do anything! They are both gone! There is no use, nothing can bring them both back!" Atlas screamed. As soon as he threw the bottle, Apollo came forward and shifted and jumped out the bedroom window and ran out into the forest. Atlas didn't care anymore. He let Apollo take control and do what he wanted. First, Apollo killed a dear but didn't eat it. He ripped it apart and took off again. Apollo wanted blood. He was bloodthirsty. He kept running till he came up to a stream and there

"That's right, young lady. Don't be too ruthless! Hurry and give everyone some food!" More and more people chimed in. "Calm down, everyone." I chuckled and paused for a moment. "You can have some food. But Uncle Adam, we're in an apocalypse. You have to follow the rules." "What rules?" Uncle Adam asked anxiously. "Give me five million dollars or call me 'Master.'" Some of the people who came with him could not help but burst out laughing. Uncle Adam's face turned crimson as he trembled with rage, but he could hear the faint roars of zombies behind him. The commotion they made had attracted the zombies.

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.

Abaddon's blood seared through his veins like corrosive acid. "Retrieve him," Abaddon commanded, his voice a frigid edict. "I wish to gaze into the eyes of the man who dared to encroach upon what is rightfully mine." The hunt had reached its zenith, and retribution loomed on the horizon. Marco Evans had unwittingly crossed paths with a force far more formidable than he could have ever imagined—a force propelled by unwavering loyalty and concealed darkness. Abaddon had sworn to protect Aurelia, and in the pursuit of that vow, he had unleashed the full extent of his power. In the criminal underworld, such oaths were sacred, and those who dared to defy them faced the shadow of ruthless retribut

I thought back to Abel and Nadia, to the creature that made my blood turn to acid and my bones to ice. “The white and black bull, can someone channel their energy?” Apollo’s bronze eyebrows lifted, even though his eyes darkened to a rich shade of amber. “Yes, if you’re desperate or deranged enough. Their help always comes at a price, and rarely is it ever worth it.”

He was able to land a blow on Amos as his body hit the wall and he stumbled to his feet shaking his head to get back to his senses. One by one all of Axel's men started to shift and charge at vampires and within seconds the tables started to turn. Axel gnashed his teeth and charged at him again who jumped aside at the last minute. Amos jumped on Axel's back and tried to bite him but Axel fell back crushing Amos under his wolf's immense weight. He heard a few of the bones crushing before the black wolf got to his paws. Amos glanced at the thing on his right and he froze seeing a burnt body. His eyes teared up knowing it was Apollo, he could scent him amidst the burning scent.

They got some food in him before he fell asleep again. “They say you don’t have a choice.” Apollo spoke remembering his uncle. He was a drill Sargent in practice but when it came to being at home with his wife he was a teddy bear. You swear it was two different people. He had to watch it to believe it. “Damn it. Guess it is unavoidable.” Hasik sighed in defeat. “Well Asrar was a big tough player. His girl made him soft but he is still strong and packs a punch.” Apollo said remembering the fights they had.

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.