Blacksmith Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

his mate said, her green eyes fixed over his shoulder. Turning his head, he watched as the dark smoke began to dissipate and the wind started to calm. Slowly, forms began to take shape. Asta and Liv both gasped in horror. Bodies littered the ground. Hundreds of them.

Ava's pov The flames burned hotter, the air buzzed with magic, and the sound of hammering metal echoed through the chamber as warriors and blacksmiths worked tirelessly. But the real work was happening at the center of the forge where Darius, Lucien, and I stood surrounded by scattered blueprints, vials of glowing liquid, and stacks of metal pieces. Darius rolled up his sleeves, his brow furrowed as he measured out precise amounts of sulfur and powdered iron. “Alright, if we’re going to do this, we need to be meticulous. One wrong calculation, and we’re going to blow ourselves up before we even fight the rebels.”

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

This Kingdom is damn rich! I got back in the blacksmith's house. I didn't know what to say, I don't know where exactly I am or how I got here. "I'm Amos, a Blacksmith as you can see" The man said calmly, I walked closer to him and picked up a sword he just completed. It burned my palm and I quickly dropped it. "I was just about to tell you to be careful" Amos said and examined my palm. The burn slowly disappeared and Amos looked at my face in surprise.

"We still have Draven's chains. The ones he broke." "Three of them," Sable said. "We forge better ones." Drift looked at Sable. "Not trade-weight. Something proper. Something built for what he is." He glanced at Nero. "There's a blacksmith at the south end of the settlement. Orren. He builds for the mountain hunters — heavier gauge than anything you'd find in market stock." He paused. "He can do it." Sable was quiet. "Sable," Drift said. "Think about what we're standing next to."

Which was probably why Rowan was still alive. "We've been through a lot." Eli laughed softly. "The apocalypse is cheating." "What does that mean?" "It means normal people don't trust each other this quickly." His smile faded slightly. "But nothing about this is normal." The afternoon passed quietly after that. People worked. The compound breathed. Life continued. For a few hours, it almost felt sustainable. Almost. As evening settled across the ridge, Evelyn climbed the tower stairs alone. The sky had darkened beneath thick clouds rolling in from the west.

"Ahhh—" [Consumed high-calorie, delicious food.] [Status Updated: Full.] [Sanity recovering slightly... Current: 100/100 (Max overflow)] [Evaluation: In the apocalypse, a bowl of hot stew is more precious than gold.] Jake drained the last of the broth, feeling a light sweat bead on his forehead. He glanced out at the pitch-black, frozen wasteland. Outside was hell. Inside was heaven. "Day one," Jake murmured, shoving the last bite of lamb into his mouth. His eyes, half-veiled by steam, were dark and sharp. "If I want to keep living like this... this rig's got to get stronger."

After receiving a powerful fire punch from WinX, the steel table turned into an irregular shape. To avoid the fire shots, all the members parted away from the table and stood there with their faces down. WinX was standing there with his palms burning in flames which was originally known as ice fire . He appeared to be calm but inside he was burning in rage. The fact how much he hated humans , turned into that human girl who passed their tough exam was making him mad.