Blood Of Apocalypse の小説・ストーリー

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Buis explained as I looked through the lens of the microscope. A soft gasp escaped my lips when I realized it was right. Strange, dark and tiny particles danced in the liquid, and I watched in horror as it slowly invaded other blood cells, making them multiply until everything was covered in those particles. What made it worse was that this blood was supposed to be stagnant. The cells should be dead. Everything should be dead. But these particles… they were alive even in dead blood cells. How the hell was this even possible? “Are you saying the explosion caused the apocalypse?” I asked in despair as I ran a hand through my hair, my mind spinning with different thoughts. “How do I know I'm no

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

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

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

While she can absorb all the skills of the nucleus, her body itself does not generate a drop of energy. Like she said, she belongs to the super loser group of apocalypse. She crawled back to her bag in the false ceiling. She started absorbing the nucleus. Her eyes widened as she slowly absorbed the ability. 'Blood String' It is a very rare ability that belonged to a famous level 7 zombie which terrorized numerous bases and demolished Qingling base. 'Did I stop the disaster in its infancy?' Yanlong wondered to herself. Regardless, this could be a useful ability for someone like her. She slowly pricked her finger and tried forming a metal wire with the blood.

After all, there's plenty more of them running around, waiting to die. I sense a gaze drilling into me from behind and I whirl around, veering aside in time to avoid the hybrid charging towards me like a raging mad bull. I pivot behind him and firmly grab his head before slitting its throat from ear to ear. Unlike the were apes, the hybrids' blood is muddy instead of crimson, and it stinks. I push it away from me with disgust. Another one charges at me but it soon crashes dead to the ground in no time while his heart still beats in my hand.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

The Blood Moon hung low, a red sentinel over a world trembling on the edge of annihilation. Shadows and light danced violently across the ruins of the battlefield, cities crumbling into nothingness as time itself fractured. I could feel the Abyss inside me, alive and pulsing, trying to overwrite everything every memory, every heartbeat, every choice I had ever made.