Demon Apocolypse Novels & Stories

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.

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

The familiar scent of Damian’s cologne drifted through the room, turning her stomach. Three months. That was all Evelyn had. Maybe less. If the timeline changed, her chest tightened sharply at the thought. In her first life, the early reports were slow to start. Violent assaults.Animalistic behavior.Quarantine rumors online. Then came the first videos. Then the panic buying. Then the blackouts. Then people started eating each other in the streets. Evelyn grabbed her laptop from the desk near the window and opened it with shaking hands. “What are you doing?” Damian asked.

"I can't feel him. Not even when I touched Ayra." "Ayra is the woman you're housing, right?" I could hear the disdain in his voice, but at this point, I didn't give a fuck. "He's gone, Aiden. I can't fucking feel him. I felt the cord snap." "You're not making any sense, Nate. Who is gone?" "Acheron." I heard something crash in the background before he spoke. "Your demon is gone?" "Yes. I need you and Alan here. Without my demon, they'll kill Ayra."

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

Collins ordered and within seconds a figure with black hood emerged out of the darkness with his flaming eyes staring at Collins with dark smiles beaming from his face. " Wait I know that scent, that face, those runes... What are you? " Collins asked in confusion. " You do know about me Collins Montero but you don't just understand where and how but I will clear it up for you, I am your true father Collins... I am the demon lord of Hell... The Apocalypse Of Rage " The Hood figure answered with his unearthly voice echoed through out the dark woods. " Impossible how are you my father? My only father is... "

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

The throne itself watched in cold silence, a looming silhouette of obsidian and teeth, its carved faces slick with demon blood. Screams tore through the palace as demons tried to scatter, only for Apollo to fall upon them like a beast unchained. One tried to shift into smoke. Apollo’s barbed tail lashed through it, solidifying the cloud long enough for him to seize it and crush it into oblivion. Another attempted to fly. Apollo leapt—wings unfurling with a crack of air—caught the demon by the leg and slammed him into the ground hard enough to send shockwaves through the floor.

I remember Belphegor getting me back to my room and then falling asleep, only to be woken up again when I was called out to lend a hand to the injured. I can’t say that it is fortunate, but I was running a fever when I woke up due to the fatigue from overworking myself. Needless to say, my fever provided an adequate excuse for me not to join the others in assisting in the aftermath of Mammon's attack. Speaking of the second demon prince, word has spread quickly that he has appeared. I would expect nothing less, as it is a sure sign of the impending apocalypse. People are starting to panic that school has been postponed the day after our battle with Mammon.