Blacksmith Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my

Almost invisible, the way air is invisible until it’s gone. People could become dependent on sacrifices they never learned to appreciate. I understood that now with a clarity that didn’t feel like resentment, exactly. My goal wasn’t to make him suffer for it. My goal was to stop disappearing inside someone else’s life. ----- He came to the house two days later, visibly frustrated. His team had tried several alternatives, none of them as simple as what they’d lost. “Could you restore it? Just temporarily. Until things stabilize.” He believed, I could tell, that he was offering something reasonable. A compromise.

Black Furnace City was a magic weapon from heaven. Since Ancestor Blackstone was one of the founders of Black Furnace City, he was naturally the first batch of cultivators to search for treasures in Black Furnace City. His current status was closely linked to the treasures he had discovered in Black Furnace City. Caspian found more than ten slates in the Blackstone Pagoda. These slates seemed to have been cut off from an entire wall. The pattern on them were pieced together into a nebula.

No, thank you. [YOU MUST FIND ME BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE. YOU MUST ACCEPT AND BECOME WHO YOU ARE.] THE APOCALYPSE COMES. APOCALYPSE … The voice faded. But it left its mark behind. His head was pounding like crazy. It was as if someone was beating at it again and again with a stick. Silver, however, had no time for pain. He jumped out of the way of another bolt. This time he wasn’t so lucky. An arching branch of that bolt singed his back, producing angry boils. A sharp jolt of pain washed through his body, stunning him for a second.

"But she was a paranoid bitch who knew how to arm a rebellion." ​He looked at the thousands of bolts, the experimental rifles, and the vials of concentrated 'Marrow-Blight'—a toxin that could turn an Imperial army into a heap of shivering, human meat in minutes. ​"Marcus, call the blacksmiths. Tell them we aren't just smithing swords anymore. We're smithing an apocalypse." ​"Alpha," Marcus said, his voice trembling. "If the Emperor finds out we have these, he won't just exile us. He'll erase the Silver Moon from history."

Chapter Five Veyra’s POV The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. I had barely slept after everything that happened the previous day, and the conversation between Cairos and Orien kept returning to my mind no matter how many times I tried to push it away. I got dressed for work and left after making sure Zuri is okay too. The moment I stepped outside, I stopped. Cairos was already seated in his car, ready to leave, there was only one private car in the entire Underworld, and it belonged to Cairos. Most people moved around in military transports or settlement vehicles because fuel and working roads had become too valuable after the apocalypse.

Her back hit the concrete walls made of cobblestones. Like Maleficent, Apollo Sky used one of his wings to cover his body from the debris that flew in his direction. With his arm covering his face, amid the cloud of dust around them, his stormy gray eyes widened upon realizing why Damon blew the iron bars. “You are not allowed to free her. Or else – ”

"I know you're one of Schneider's men, but I'm not going to let you go in this state. You definitely need proper treatment." With ease, the people lifted themselves up, walking with steady, steady steps in contrast to their less muscular bodies, like Askarovich. It was only when they had walked quite a distance and their eyes were no longer glaring from the sun, did they realised the identity of the man who was carrying them just now. Alec Berthold. The grandson of Pierre Berthold—a human blacksmith who was granted immortality by the goddess Morrigan and renowned as the only master weapon maker from time to time who could resonate with the magical powers of the old man's clients, who were mo

She quickly turned her head to see the commotion, (as well as the other students) when they heard two more explosions — also paired with intense suffering; this time, it came from two students who were next to each other at the far back. What Mariana's eyes witnessed was a horrific sight. The person behind her was an earth mage and like most of them that she had seen, he wore a mud-colored robe with metal armor covering his chest — except his was trickled with spots of blood. His face was pale white as he put pressure on his dismantled hand to stop the blood from gushing out. His paper, unreadable anymore with all the bloodstains and ink that spilled from the tumbled ink bottle; his quill, o

Later that year Hunter was pulling on his tuxedo as Ava stepped up beside him in the mirror with the sexiest dress he’d ever seen her in. The perfect slave dress for a spicy island night that would change their lives forever. With his father back at the helm of the Apollyon Corporation. Hunter had more time to spend on his own projects and managed to get his ideas in the right hands to help people across the globe. His most recent project, helping reunite families who were victims of crimes and human trafficking.