Demon Apocolypse Novels & Stories

PROJECT CERBERUS OBJECTIVE: CREATE CONTROLLABLE INFECTED COMBAT UNITS. The room exploded with reactions. "What?" "You're kidding." "No way." Aaron continued reading. His expression grew darker with every line. Someone had tried to weaponize the infection. Even after civilization collapsed. Even after millions died. Someone continued experimenting. Marcus looked disgusted. "Who does that?" Natasha already knew. The same kind of people who caused the outbreak. Greedy people. Powerful people. People who thought they could control monsters. A sudden movement interrupted everyone. Silas reacted first. "Contact!"

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

A final, grand feast to mark the completion of our preparations, to reassure Lucien's men that their families were safe, and to celebrate the fact that we were ready for whatever came next. ​Down below, Daniel was helping direct the family escorts, looking completely composed despite the wild night we’d shared, while Lucien stood near the perimeter wall, his massive frame radiating an absolute, unyielding presence that put everyone at ease. ​The sky above was already beginning to darken with the heavy, strange atmospheric pressure that signaled the end of the old world and I looked at the timer ticking down in my system interface. ​The apocalypse was officially coming tomorrow—and we were co

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

Even in his broken state, instinct drove him toward an elder, as though salvation might still be found there. Easton's mind creaked back to life. Then his legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. His stare locked onto the carnage. His breathing grew frantic. Despite the bitter cold, sweat streamed down his forehead and froze at once into grains of ice. "A demon. He's not human. He's a demon! We only wanted his supplies, and he slaughtered dozens of our people!" Easton's eyes darted wildly as his words unraveled. At 70, he could not bear the weight of the truth. He teetered on the edge of collapse.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

I just wanted her to be safe and happy, but the universe had it out for her. “That narrows down to two options from these files alone. A Dycurra demon or a Zeltenea. Problem is that neither of these have been seen in this last century.” “That’s outdated information, fucker. My epic badass sister Elle just killed the bitch,” he said proudly. There was a long pause before an appreciative whistle was heard through the phone. Apollo flashed me a smirk that did not need a translation. My mate had a fan club accumulating. What was there not to love about her?

Apollo Sky the Loyal swallowed the clog in his throat as he waited for his father’s response. “Why do you think I brought the cavalry with me?” The loose grin from the leader of the arc angels was a dead giveaway for Damon, but Apollo Sky refused to listen as the latter shook his head while stepping two steps forward to his father. “If war happens, the mad dog of the Nether World, Demon King Lucifer the Prideful, will release the demons to for all the worlds to see! Though the Ambivalent World and Benevolent World will still be affected, it will not compare to the damage it will cause to the Mortal World. Without the mortals, we won’t be able to maintain our divinity!”

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