Blacksmith Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

They were huddled together around the campfire, looking up at the shattered sky with expressions of profound, unscripted terror. "Look at the Blacksmith," Marcus whispered, pointing. Standing near the anvil was a massive, bearded NPC named Brog. In the base game, Brog existed solely to repair player armor for a small f*e of copper coins. His only line of dialogue was, "Steel wins battles, but gold wins wars. Need repairs?" Brog was not offering repairs. He was holding his heavy forging hammer in a two-handed combat grip. He was pacing furiously back and forth, muttering to himself, his pixelated face contorted in a very real expression of panic.

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

If anything, they looked strangely refreshed compared to Zen, who was gaunt. “What are you waiting for?” the blacksmith regained his wits and snapped at his apprentice. “Start the bellows!” Activating his work mode, Zen carried the materials to the workshop and shovelled coal for the third time since the start of his dungeon dive. Or was it the fourth?

"I didn't want to be at the party anymore, so I left. The rogues came out of nowhere, they wanted to do things…" I look up and see everyone's eyes on me, Alpha Eligor looks furious, so I need to sell the story more to hopefully elicit some sort of sympathy. I swallow, tasting blood in my mouth that isn't mine. "They told me they were going to rape me, all of them, before they killed me." My dad's hands tighten on my arms, but I look up at Alpha Eligor and see he's listening. "One of them touched me, he grabbed my waist and held me against a tree, tore my clothing. Then Abaddon was there, he pulled him off of me and killed him, he killed them all."

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

His words made me frown. “Why would he be so scared of just a meeting?” I wondered aloud. “It wasn't just a meeting, Luna. This man is a blacksmith. The best of his kind. We need one to help us melt and work on the mined lead,” I could understand that. I had wanted to ask what was the fate of the mined lead Damian had gone through so much to take. Seemed like he already had a plan and was working on it. “Why don't you ask my father for one then?” I asked him. I was sure Alpha Elijah would have a blacksmith hidden within his pack since he was able to get mined leads.

The moment her chest pressed to his back, he exhaled. Jax yelled, “We are clear!” Cole climbed onto Ace’s bike—Jax shoved him. “Go!” Ace revved hard. “Everyone ride!” Nolan kicked forward. The bikes roared out into the storm. Bullets chased them. Fire erupted behind them. The depot—a place they thought they could rebuild—collapsed into flames. Ashley looked back as they sped into the night. Their stronghold was gone.

"And she's also agreed to build us a doomsday shelter and invest an equivalent amount in gold bars." The picture I painted was far too tempting. The resistance on their faces began to waver. Daisy asked in a low voice, "Then… what if the apocalypse never comes?" "If it doesn't," I replied calmly, "we'll still have the gold." That sentence shattered their final line of defense. I pressed on while the iron was hot. "Dad, this is our only chance. Either we cling to a house that will be worth nothing in the apocalypse and wait to die together—

I sat in the dark, fingers pressed to my lip, heart still racing long after the car started moving again. Twenty minutes later, floodlights appeared. They sliced through the rain like white knives. The Forge rose behind a twenty-foot wall. A single sign glowed above the gate: STRENGTH IS THE ONLY TRUTH. A guard in a black rain poncho stepped up, a shotgun slung over his shoulder. He tapped on the glass. Viktor rolled the window down. Cold air rushed into the car like needles. "Delivery for Block C." The guard stared at me. Red eyes, dried blood on my lip. "He looks soft. He won't last a month."

She stumbled a little as I pushed her through the door, and a photograph slipped out of her pocket and fell to the floor. I picked it up. It was a signed photo, and something about the face tugged at my memory. Before the apocalypse, Anna had been a singer. She brightened immediately. "Do you want me to sign one for you too? Rhett used to come to all my shows back then." I frowned and turned the photo over. On the back was a picture of Anna and Rhett together. A date was printed in the corner. March 21, 2060. The world tilted. That was the day the apocalypse hit, the day we fled, and the day Ophelia fell into the fissure and never came back up.