Blood Of Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The horrible vigor was piled up into a sea of blood that could drown the earth in an instant. The clear lake water turned into thick blood at this moment, rolling and boiling hot. At this moment, the green mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles, like thick ink dripping into clear water, spread dazzling red. Soon, all the peaks turned red as if they had been filled with blood. The stream flowing down the mountain also turned into blood! Outside the city, the Purple Golden Thunder Ape immediately looked up. Suddenly, eight fierce beasts covered in blood were printed into its eyes. Its huge eyes couldn't help showing extreme shock at this moment. "What a terrible vigor! It's a great ton

Then he severed Apollo's head, not sparring him a chance to try and plead for his life. There was so much blood--so much. I don't think I've ever seen that much blood in my life--that was probably why I fainted. Or maybe I was just too scared as I watched Dante stalk me like his next meal as he walked towards me with that sword covered in Rocco's and Apollo's blood. His brown eyes were pitch black and held no warmth, only coldness--the kind of cold you only find in a void--a pitch black void that was in the center of the earth where nobody could go, only him.

Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide. I will survive.

Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual. The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not be able to create his body. If I died, everyone else could live…

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

The scythe shattered into dust, the pieces scattering like ash in the wind. The Apex Queen's eyes went wide. "That's—that's impossible. That weapon was forged from the bones of dead gods—" "And I'm holding the blood of living ones," Lilith cut her off, her voice cold and emotionless. She reached forward and grabbed the variant by the throat, forcing the decaying shadow magic back down her mouth. The Apex Queen choked, her divine armor cracking and falling away in chunks. She dropped to her knees, her power draining out of her like water through a sieve.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

"This is the Blackwood Project files. Every name, every donor, every politician who funded this mess. If we get out, the world will know the truth." The elevator stopped. The doors didn't open; they were ripped off their tracks from the outside. A wave of heat hit them. The upper lab was a disaster. The ceiling was partially collapsed, showing the dark sky outside. Rain was pouring in hissing as it hit the wreckage. In the center of it all stood the Apex. Damon was no longer the man Elara loved. He was seven feet tall a mix of fur and black scales. His skin was glowing with crimson runes. He was surrounded by soldiers. They weren't shooting. They were screaming as he moved through them.

Gabriel was getting frustrated as he was trying to get her to talk but what he didn't know was that she was already connected to me through the mind-link. Her mental voice slipped into my head calmly. ‘What do you want to know, Elias?’ I asked her the first thing burning in my chest. ‘What's going to happen to me during the Blood Moon? Why do I need to hide myself?’ She responded immediately, ‘The Blood Moon was the one thing that has the power to render every Apex Omega weak and put them in the most vulnerable state. Any new Apex Omega who had come of age would finally awaken and their full potential would unlock. While the others who are already awakened would unlock a special ability. Dur

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.