Cosmic Apotheosis Novels & Stories

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

Joe goes up the 2nd floor with Jin but eventually is left alone when Jin climbs to the 3rd floor. Now alone, Penti frowns. He wasn’t afraid of being alone nor being in the dark but ever since he can remember, he’s always been sensitive to the things that normal people couldn’t see. When they approached this part of the suburbs, Penti’s sense started to go crazy. It told him that this place was bad news.

The cosmic odyssey continued, propelling Victoria and Alexander toward the elusive truths that lay hidden within the cosmic fabric of existence. In a final surge of cosmic luminescence, the celestial altar expanded, enveloping the couple in a cosmic embrace. The celestial echoes resonated with a cosmic frequency, and the very essence of Victoria and Alexander seemed to meld with the cosmic forces that permeated the universe. As they ascended to new cosmic heights, the celestial altar faded away, leaving only the echoes of their cosmic journey resonating through the cosmic currents.

The spark of limitless uniqueness and the spark of life but I turned the tables over and chose how I saw myself, how I saw it all, and I reaffirmed, I called myself and my gift the spark that beholds the antiquity of foreordination, the spark of creation and destruction, the spark of doom and cataclysm, the spark of "Apocalypse And Of Chaos." With all the power I beheld, just a single gaffe sent me on a whole different path, a mistake that poured sand, ashes and liquor upon my spark. And a path that occurred faster than it could have been said or penned down. Little did I realise all these were just the spark of a new life but before it all, comes the spark of Apocalypse and the downfall of

It used the beads to drive Jonathan further into his obsession—into madness. In truth, the Blood of Essence of Echidna's descendants could never bring anyone back from the dead. Jonathan had been deceived. I had seen it with my own eyes. The prayer beads glowed gold, and Anna's face glowed too. It was something only I could see after my apotheosis. Of course, the mage could never raise the dead. At best, it could grant a brief return, letting life flicker for one last time. But… That wasn't nearly enough for me.

The lizard head bowed until the cracked gold coronet scraped basalt; each step he left behind filled with slow black sand. Behind him came Rath, tall as gallows, a skeletal horror strung with ember sinew. Fire leaked from the joints of his fingers and bled in quiet sparks to die on the wet floor; where they landed, the rock cried and then remembered itself. Runes etched along each rib breathed like coals. The smell of kilns walked with him. They knelt—three dooms in three grotesque masks. Abnegazar spoke first, elder’s privilege. His voice was thunder listened to from under a bed. “A cry tore the western sky,” he said. “The sea lost a son.”

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

The weight of the universe seemed to rest on my shoulders and all I could think about was how to fix a problem that I should never have to face. Suddenly, the world in front of me was replaced. By what, I don’t know. I was watching two people fighting, a man and a woman. They were standing in the middle of a room with cream white marble floors and pillars that stood to hold a three to four story ceiling. This place was massive and extremely elegant. A place fit for the… Gods. Wait a minute! Is this what I am seeing? An argument between two Gods? “Not only is it enough to limit his power by binding him, now they want to deny him a fated mate!”

said Cassandra to her daughter who felt sorry for her actions. Observing the woman's reaction when the lawyer came to take her child, Ella's former classmate concluded that the lawyer was the person she was talking about. "Is he the father of your child, Ella? Your cheeks have colored when he came to take his daughter! What a pity! His wife is gorgeous but you are pretty too! It is only right not to waste your time on him for he does not deserve you. He had chosen to leave you and that is much better than to hope for something that will never happen..." Apollo concluded. "Apollo, I have already broken any relationship with him. I did not even greet them, pretending not to see them but kids a