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!"

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."

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

My eyes widened and I nearly fell off the bed, fearful bumps rising all over my body. ​What in the world? Does this thing want to get me killed? ​Forget the penalty for a second. Just getting close to that madman was enough to get me killed before the timer even ran out! ​There is literally no one in this city who does not know Lucien Giovanni. Even now, while the world is still normal, his name is spoken in terrified whispers. And after the apocalypse began, he became even more notorious. He didn't just survive the end of the world; he thrived in it.

And Lucifer would finally win! And there will be no to save us from the apocalypse!

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.

“Come here human! Let me eat you now!” Belzer the demon crawl on the ground with his gigantic snake body. I don’t know what to do anymore. I just keep on hiding and running away against the demon. It’s too late when I finally realized that I should’ve obey Lucifer. Now I know why this forest was forbidden. “Lucifer! Help me!” My feet desperately created a friction onto the thorny grassy field where I got lot of scars onto my naked feet.

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.