Blood Of Apocalypse Novels & Stories

A voice that seemed to echo through the bones of the world, deeper than the mountains, darker than night: “Blood Heir… the world will burn. And you… will fall first.” The shockwave hit, throwing me backward. Rocks and debris tumbled around me. My silver light flared violently, my wolf howling. Theodore surged forward, golden aura blazing, holding me steady. I realized with bone-chilling certainty… This was no longer a battle. This was apocalypse. Energy from the ancient force surged directly toward us. The silver light around me flickered violently. My wolf snarled. Theodore’s golden aura blazed, but even together, we could barely stand.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

“Yes, I’m going to tell the troops that we’re ready to go.” And all set just for Nicolette. I’m gonna make that idiot vampire regret who thinks he’s God, not wanting to kill Darren too? Well, now worse for him. I put on my clothes, and after checking that everything is ready as far as the weapon will be in my possession, I leave my palace and lead my troops in that world that is about to become ours, and we follow the trail of death that is about to fall against the rebels. A bloodcurdling scream and everything we thought impossible is about to happen. I immediately notice the crimson eyes and her red aura surrounding her body—I’m gonna make her disappear so that Apocalypse has risen.

Across the silver network, billions of human minds cried out in unison as the raw, kinetic force of the blow cascaded through their shared consciousness. Then, an eerie, suffocating silence returned. Ava stared upward, her hands gripping the edges of the platform. She was unable to breathe, unable to move, her eyes wide as she looked at the silhouette against the sky. Elias slowly looked down at the weapon buried in his chest. For a long, agonizing moment, nobody dared to speak. Then, a dark luminescence began to seep from the wound. Blood appeared. It was a radiant, pristine silver—ancient blood, the very first blood ever shed in the history of creation.

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

Through the scope, I could clearly see Emilia's face. She had lost weight. There were heavy dark circles under her eyes, and her lips were cracked and bleeding. But she was still commanding, still fighting, and still the unyielding "Captain Campbell". Only this time, her team was falling apart. A high-tier zombie broke through the fire line and lunged at a young soldier. Emilia turned and shot at the zombie, hitting it squarely in the shoulder, but the bullet didn't stop it. The zombie's claws ripped through the soldier's throat, causing blood to spray everywhere.

He presses his palm flat against the wound. My blood bubbles up. His hand glows where it touches me. Not heat. Something worse. Something living. Magic laced with old death, buried rage. He cuts again. My thigh. My hip. My collarbone. The fourth cut draws a gasp. Not pain—rage. My blood runs in rivulets now, thick as syrup, pouring over the altar. It drips into the etched runes beneath me, and the stone drinks it. Thirsty. Greedy. Devout.

“Let me finish him, Father.” “No,” the Blood Father said. “He is mine.” With a flick of his clawed hand, the heir was flung back into the shadows. John stepped away from Sarah, jaw clenched. “If this ends with blood, let’s spill it.” The Blood Father opened his arms. “So be it.” Outside the Hollow, Black Hollow burned. The sky bled red and black. Fires lit the horizon, and the wind carried screams. Saraphina and Callen fought back-to-back on the chapel steps, surrounded by villagers turning into beasts eyes black, mouths foaming with ancient rage.

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.