Edge Of The Apocalypse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

Jessica, I regret it all—" His words cut off—as he looked down, he saw the fruit knife buried in his chest. Only the handle was sticking out. Jessica's face twisted into a grotesque smile. "If you want to repent, do it in hell." Zach seemed to only feel the pain after the fact. Jessica yanked out the knife, blood pouring out. Zach could feel the warmth draining from his body with every drop. However, he didn't panic or yell for help. He simply smiled with a look of relief.

the Goddess said serenely. I looked at my mother, who seemed lost in deep thought. Suddenly, I felt the scorching heat as the moons drew dangerously close. If they had already neared the Dark Realm, then they must be even closer to the rest of the world, bringing the apocalypse—the end of everything. The entire sky blazed crimson, casting an eerie glow over the land as waves of molten lava surged forward, spreading wider with each passing second. The heat was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of burning ground.

It was strange how quickly things had changed between Ethan and me. Not long ago, we were just colleagues—partners thrown together by necessity, trying to survive in a world that seemed intent on tearing itself apart. But now, things were different. We were different. I wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told me months ago that I’d fall for a military commander in the middle of an apocalypse, but here we were. Ethan and I had crossed a line neither of us had intended to, and now we were trying to navigate what that meant while the world around us continued to crumble.

Mara stood, her knife drawn, her eyes blazing, catching the cliffs’ collapse, her strength the only thing holding us together as the world trembled. "We need the compound," Lucian rasped, his voice shredded, pointing to the torchlight flickering beyond the cliffs, the pack’s walls a fading hope against the apocalypse bearing down. "Sylva, the elders, someone, anyone, we need to know how to stop this. The severing didn’t end it, it woke it." His eyes were desperate, his blade shaking, the bond screaming his fear for me, for us, for everything.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

He looked young, maybe early twenties. His face was a contradiction with sharp lines but soft features. High cheekbones, a straight nose, and lips parted in pure shock. Under the dying sunlight, his skin seemed to glow, flawless and smooth. But his eyes were dark and deep, carrying entire storms inside them. In that split second, suspended over the edge, something shifted in me. I didn’t understand why my heart was racing for a stranger. But something about him refused to let me look away. His voice was deep, masculine, and terrifyingly calm. “Let go,” he said.