Novel & Cerita Dark Queen Of Apocalypse

"The localized dark rift is expanding. Our standard energy dampeners aren't holding it. We might need to evacuate the coastal settlement." Serena didn't panic. She closed her eyes, taking a deep, rhythmic breath. As she inhaled the crisp sea air, a sudden, brilliant flash of golden light ignited deep within her iris, accompanied by a soft, silver-white aura that enveloped her hands. She carried no weapon, no crown, and no title, but the ancient bloodline of the founders woke instantly in her veins, responding to the call of a world in need.

"We come together to mark Dian Drakes Sixteenth birthday and pay tribute to the moon goddess who leads us today." My heart pounded fiercely. My legs seemed numb. "Dian Drake please step up." I walked through the crowed, attempted to avoid stumbling, worked hard to not glance at Kael despite sensing his gaze upon me. "Don't look. Don't look yet."I whispered in panic. I ascended the stairs, Positioned myself before the Alpha. "Do you pledge allegiance to Shadowcrest Pack?" "I do." My tone sounded firmer than I truly felt. "Will you take the offerings from the moon goddess regardless of what they're "

After she had washed up herself in the bathroom, Daeira retired to bed with a happy face, and when she closed her eyes, a subtle release of smoke filled the room, sending her into a nightmare that would haunt her. As the dark smoke filled her system, there began a series of events in her dreams, sending her into a programmed apocalypse to reset the pattern of her brain along with a particular memory she made along with the Aryan king. Daeira trembled in her sleep for the fright the nightmare she was having until she bolted awake, panting and disoriented. She darted her eyes around the silence of her room, cursing that very horrid dream of apocalypse and the unwanted coitus against that beast

Derren thought to himself as the large wound closed up. “What’s wrong? Did you see a gold coin on the ground?” Greta mocked as she walked toward Derren. “The Darkmoon goddess only has one goal, and that is to exterminate the world and all who live on it. I don't know why you guys insist on fighting back; she's the Darkmoon goddess,” Greta said.

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

“I don’t any Nicolette, but your voice spoke to me while I slept all this time—if You give me the blood of valiant warriors, destruction and chaos, I will make you the most powerful man of all time.” She approaches the man covered only by a robe and looks him straight in the eye. “You can trust Apocalypse; my name means only one thing and that is what your heart craves.” Silver smiles in satisfaction and begins to laugh while his underlings still stare at the woman. “So be it, I’ve been waiting for nothing else for three millennia my dear Apocalypse, welcome to your realm of death—HAHAA!” Silver’s demonic smile echoed in the whole castle. Will the darkness swallow the light? Can fate ever ch

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Stepping out from the glass itself was the Dark Queen. She was flawless in the most horrible way—this physical manifestation of necromancy. Deathly pale skin, marked with violent black veins pulsing with stolen magic. A crown of jagged black ice sat on her head, and her eyes weren’t eyes, not really, just empty voids that didn’t care. I didn't just push her off me. I channeled the golden energy of Kaelen's anchor, fusing it with my silver fire, and drove my fist directly into her chest.

This time, the light pulsed again, stronger and brighter than before, thus making the darkness inside the chamber recoil violently. The Dark Leader stared at the glowing barrier in stunned silence and then he began to laugh. “So it’s true,” he whispered. His gaze locked onto my stomach with frightening intensity. “The legends were real.” Zane’s claws dug into the marble floor. “What are you talking about?” The Dark Leader’s smile widened. “The Apocalypse Child.” The name echoed through the chamber. “A wolf born with the power to destroy all darkness.” The barrier around me flared again, forcing the rebels farther back. The Dark Leader’s eyes gleamed with obsession instead of being mad.

~ SIERRA ~ Dark. There was nothing but darkness for miles. Sierra couldn’t see anything in front of her. The last thing she remembered was seeing Raphael holding a gun to Colton's back and she jumped as fast as she could. The loud piercing sound of the gun cut through the air and that was it. Everything turned dark after that.