Blood Of Apocalypse Novels & Stories

My hand is over hers, and her power surges through the blade as we plunge it into his chest. Tears sting my eyes as Apophis’s chilling voice that makes me ill every time I hear it rings in the air. ‘NO!’ I open my eyes and stare into Aleric’s wide eyes. Apophis’s screams of rage as the sky begins to lighten around us are shrill and ear-splitting, but I’m unable to bask in the sight of victory… Aleric is staring back at me as his life fades before my eyes. He didn’t think I’d do it.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

"Maybe it was human blood that he kept for himself or maybe he had tracked down a group of rogue vampires." "No, it was not human blood," Zeta replied. "Their blood is red but it was black blood which was Ace Christ's own blood that had been soaked with dark green moss from the floor of a tree stump. When I think about it, I feel sick." "Ace Christ's own blood?" Alpha Altan asked, looking at him in surprise. "How can you say this with such certainty?" "Because if it was a human, why would he be sent out by Reaper Swithun to take care of it?" Zeta replied. Alpha Altan's face twisted into an expression that could only be interpreted as disbelief.

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The blade came free with resistance, the sound wet and thick as it tore loose from muscle, dragging damage with it in a way that made the pain spike again, sharper, deeper, enough that Apollo’s vision narrowed at the edges for a fraction of a second. Still, he did not make a sound. Blood followed. Not the usual dark spill of infernal injury. Thicker. Darker. It oozed rather than flowed, blackened to a depth that devoured what little light dared touch it, spreading slowly across the torn fabric of his armour and the ground beneath. It looked wrong the moment it met the air—not merely blood, but corruption given liquid shape, glossy and viscous as pitch, as if the underworld itself had bled th

Some cracks appeared in the void due to his slash. A moment later, this seemingly powerful army, which was made up of tens of thousands of soldiers, had been defeated by Apophis. Jim spewed out a large mouthful of blood inside the Ragnarok Formation. Dillon and the others that were nearby were ghastly pale as well. Along with Apophis’s assault, which defeated the thousands of troops that evolved from the formation, many Demigods vomited blood and died on the spot. They were unable to withstand the horrific strength of Apophis.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

With a downward palm strike, a sickening crunch echoed—the ape's skull caved inward, becoming crushed beyond recognition. "It may not have luxurious fur, but its hide is thick enough to be useful." Chase picked up a tattered cloak from the ground, quickly adjusting it before draping it over himself. His face was slightly pale as his earlier secret technique to enhance his physique had consumed a significant amount of energy. "Hmm? This savage ape's flesh contains a pure force?" He suddenly froze. As the savage ape perished, strands of pale golden blood seeped from its body, lingering in the air. To his astonishment, the golden blood merged into his body.

Unstoppable. "Scarlett, we're being overwhelmed!" I turned. Adrian was fighting beside me, his weapon raised, his face covered in blood. "Hold the line!" "We can't!" I raised my hand. The infected under my command surged forward. We met the Apex's forces in the center of the battlefield. The clash was apocalyptic. Thousands died in the first minute. Tens of thousands in the first hour. I killed. I killed with my bare hands. I killed with my blade. I killed with the power of the marker itself, sending waves of energy through the battlefield that tore through the Apex's forces like a scythe through wheat.

He folded back the scroll and picked up another. “This painting is from the winter apocalypse some years back. If you noticed, they look a lot bigger than the last. They fed on ox blood. There is a special ability that these Vampires have. Now, not only do they feed on just any kind of blood so please, but they can also adopt some of the physical traits from their victims. Like brute strength, immense speed and insanely good vision.” He dropped the scroll and kept on going.