Edge Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Ezra: Are you secretly an eighty years old boy? Mason: Answer the question. Ezra: Maybe. Three dots appeared immediately. Mason: Ezra. I smiled. Ezra: Yes, I ate it. Mason: Good. A few seconds passed before another message appeared. Mason: Are you still at the hospital? Ezra: Yeah. Mason: Alone? Before I could answer, footsteps approached from down the hallway. I looked up automatically and nearly dropped my phone. Mason. Wearing a dark hoodie and sweatpants like he came straight from home.

“This shouldn’t be happening for months.” A distant siren wailed somewhere across the sleeping city. Caleb’s expression darkened. “Your return fractured the timeline.” The wind howled violently through the harbor. And then— “The apocalypse isn’t coming,” Caleb said quietly. “It’s bleeding into the present.”

This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

--- **The Sacrifice** Eden's body shudders. The Hollow King screams, its grip on him unraveling. "*Mom*-" Eden chokes, reaching for me. The Hunter yanks me back. "It's too late!" The lullaby spreads, a virus in the Silence's code. The Hollow King implodes, dragging Eden into the void. The wasteland dissolves. --- **The Edge of Dawn** We're back at the desert of white sand. The Hunter collapses, coughing blood. "He's gone."

A small green dot floated around, similar to a snowflake. Yanlong's heart chilled. A cold shiver ran through her back. Apocalypse is here a whole eight hours early. How much could this butterfly change? one can only guess. Worse, she was trapped in a bathroom with shower running. She lost her consciousness even as she thought 'I have to sit down'. A thud sounded from the bathroom. The shower is still running. One green snowflake turned to two, two turned to four, soon, It is like a green snow storm out there. Only, not a single person is awake to witness it.

A journey of five young people will show you how to overcome your worst fear and fight your most formidable foe. I can't guarantee how the storey will end. So, get ready to travel in a new world system, set aside everything, because your world is about to implode... In 2075...

Meanwhile, at Blackmark mansion, Raya was sipping her wine when the witch named Griffin appeared out of nowhere and bowed down to Mrs Blackmark. "Griffin...what are you doing here?" she asked smilingly then continued, "Oh, it doesn't matter. Now that you are here...join me for a drink. Will you?" "My lady...I need to tell you something important…" her facial expressions were crucial and tone seemed urgent. "What is it?" Raya asked with her eyebrows knitted. "The eclipse is coming…" she mentioned carefully. Hearing this Raya left the glass of wine from her hand and it broke into a million pieces, the wine spread along the floor.

None, besides anger and the conflict from last night, of course. And second off, I would never be his Luna. This was too weird, and I was suddenly terrified. "Are you ready for The Edge tonight?" He asked, distracting me momentarily. There wasn’t even a slight hint of acid in his voice. The Edge was a nightclub that was just 20 minutes off the pack lands. It was a place where a lot of Wolves, Humans, and other Supernatural creatures frequented. We had our ins with a special key phrase and stamp. It let the bartenders and bouncers know who we were, and more importantly, who our Alpha was.

She gave a small wave and pressed down on the accelerator. The loader lurched forward with a heavy crash. The grinder in the bucket roared back to life. The massive machine pushed ahead, chewing through whatever was in front of it. The man scrambled up, limping, half crawling as he dragged himself out of the way. He barely cleared the loader's path, brushing past it as it rolled by. From above, Hayley's voice drifted down, light and casual. "Seriously? It's the apocalypse. Who do you think you're scamming?"