Cosmic Apotheosis Novels & Stories

Gather everyone, I’ll put the seal. Akira then leaving Reno and go toward the Tower, he then put the coffin on the ground and made a symbol on the ground. Akira: Under my name, Akira. A hero that summoned by the last descendant of Holy Empire, Angelina von Kirjkoff. Made a vow. By sealing the body and soul of my master in the city of light, i hereby declare that all race will be living on different place, they can’t go toward human race place except when tge world need their wisdom again. And the city shall be sealed untill the world need it to appear.

Because from her conversation, he sensed some kind of hostility from her against the military. At his gesture, she started speaking, "Senior Creed, The ones who ascend from First Glitch get the title of 'Sacred'. The ones that ascend from Second Glitch get the title of 'Ethereal'. The ones that ascend from Third Glitch get the title of 'Demi-God'". And finally, the ones that ascend from Fourth Glitch: 'Satya-Lok' receive the title of 'Apaurushya' or 'God'."

Agape Agape: noun. 1. The highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstance. Chapter 1 Ella: Everything seems so surreal. If fairytales are real, I think I could say pretty confidently that I'm living mine. Meeting Declan has been the ultimate change in my life, meeting him was and is the best thing that has ever happened to me. From being alone to now, it seems weird to look back. Now that I have Declan, I can't even imagine how I felt or how I went on without him. He's so special to me I can't even comprehend it.

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

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

As the manager, I wished I could split myself into eight just to keep up. I rubbed my temples and forced my tone into something gentler. "Sorry, alright? I’ll get you a fresh box today. Top-tier. Guaranteed sweetness." "That’s more like it." She snorted, then spent another ten minutes complaining about trivial things, like how her dog was in a bad mood today, before finally hanging up. I leaned back in my chair, exhausted, and casually unlocked my phone to check the weather. A breaking international headline popped up: "Unprecedented Decline in Solar Activity Triggers Sudden Flash Freezes Across the Globe".

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Hearing Ezra say this, even Ray couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in his expression. Killing ability users and seizing their abilities had always seemed like a matter of course to him. He had never once considered the possibility that one day, it might suddenly stop working. Could that really happen? Who knew. This extreme climate had been caused by mysterious cosmic radiation. If you tried to explain it scientifically, it bordered on the metaphysical; if you treated it as mysticism, much of it could still be interpreted through scientific frameworks.

he muttered. He glanced around. This was his apartment. Everything was exactly as he remembered it. And yet, the air was warm and comfortable. That made no sense. In December 2050, the world had plunged into a new Ice Age. A supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away had triggered a global cataclysm, later called the Frostfall.

Seriously? Biology was-boring, at times. It wasn't that big a deal. "The apocalypse shall now start and the world will slowly demolish and it will all be thanks to the fact that I was having a conversation with a guy." I widened my eyes to saucers, exaggerating the-complete bullshit this was. Ocean gave me a flat look. "I'll take that you two aren't a thing?" I returned the same flat look. "Obviously." "And-what about Dallas?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, almost looking hesitant to ask.