Black Adam Vs Apocalypse Novels & Stories

His eyes were a pure black just as those of his counterpart, Moros. The only other big differences between the two was that Moros had white skin and his face was tattooed black, appearing like a gothic mask covering his eye line, his forehead and his cheeks. His hair was brown and also stylishly cut. Whiro had on a long dark cape. “I am going to enjoy feasting on your souls,” Whiro’s voice came out cold and blunt. The Amarok army started their attack and Hermes together with the other speedsters quickly engaged. It was a battle of keeping your eyes open without daring to even blink for the slightest of seconds as one was facing off a killer god all while dodging an incoming Amarok creature.

“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.

And then those blue eyes were revealed to the world once again. “We cannot keep this up!” Abe shouted as he threw a punch towards one of the many black clothed figures. His earth-powered fist easily tore apart its target and spread into a few other black clothed assassins, shattering their bones, and leaving them incapacitated. He had easily dispatched a Noble and several Heaven Realmers! “You are right,” Selina agreed, summoning wind and fire and burning several figures into ash. Even in the midst of the heavy rain, her fire was still vastly potent.

It was completely out of place. "Marshal Snow, I've trained in a physique called the Demonic Ape Physique. It's not exactly the best, but combined with my Supreme body, it's leveled up into what I call the Supreme Demonic Ape Physique. Let's find out how it compares to your Solar Titan Physique." "Let's go." As Attwell finished speaking, the ground beneath him—Black Snake Mountain—shook violently. He launched forward like a cannonball, carrying with him a savage, brutal force.

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.

Although he was actively trying to possess William because he was his first choice, he laid dormant in me, his second choice. "There were many spirit wolves in the Luna Eclipse, why didn't you choose any of them," I asked Apophis. "None of them compares to you, Alex. You are the most deadly Werewolf. You are strong and can wield an Alpha spirit wolf's abilities, you can also grab a spirit wolf mist, and your aura is closer to that of a God. You were my first choice Alex, but I had to throw everyone off by troubling William Clearsand. He is nothing compared to you. With him out of harm's way, Ellis was going to relax. She was supposed to care for you and Sam, but they all underestimated you.

"You... think this is over?" ALPHA LUCIAN “This is it.” Adrian’s voice is low, but final—like the calm before a damn apocalypse. We’re surrounded. About twenty of them—faceless, formless, black silhouettes shifting like liquid shadows, creeping through the snow-drenched ground like oil searching for flame. No eyes. No voices. Just oozing menace. I’ve fought beasts, freaks, even cursed hunters... but this? This was new-level fucked. "Okay, you black-blooded bastards!"

My stomach knotted as I watched the ground fall away. “You- you have a dog?” I asked faintly, trying to keep my ice cream down. “'Course I do. A good old Doberman. Can't go wrong with a Doberman, especially a three-headed one. Except for that time damn Hercules stole it. Hell I hate that brat.” I froze, eyes wide as saucers. “Wait, are you Hades?” “Please. Hades is a good guy- don't get me wrong. Just a bit boring. We have similar roles, I suppose,” Samael said, scratching his head. “Why do you ask?”

Absalom uses this to his advantage and pierces her heart with the God-killer. My world is suddenly filled with all-consuming anger, pain, rage, and heartbreak. I drop to my knees, and I don’t recognise the scream that escapes me. What I do recognise is the power of sleep escape with my pain, only its intensity is unlike anything I have ever felt before. Aphrodite and Absalom drop to the floor in a deep sleep. Hades drops to his knees, fighting the intensity of my power. “Sister,” he states in wonder.

"I have no intention of stepping aside. The Gem's power will be mine, and your dreams of dominance ends here" "Anyone who stands in my way will be destroyed," Apollo snarled, his eyes glowing eeriely. "Xerxes may have let you live years ago when he banished you from Hayden, but not me. I killed my own brother, Darkheart. Killing you won't be any different" Momentarily forgetting about their motive to kill Jade, the two shifters faced each other, glaring at eachother with so much hate and animosity, until a hard voice cut into the silence.