Fantasial Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“It ain't often we get pretty little mortals in here... one's with their hearts still beatin', I mean.” I glared at the brown foam. Damien cleared his throat. “So, Lord Dis, what'll you be needing?” Samael blew on his bottles rim, making it whistle. He smiled crookedly. “A Hesperidian apple elixir. Enough to last the month and inoculate a mortal to the point that our realm would be visible to the human eye..” Damien's eyes grew wide as saucers. “Hesperidian apples? This ain't Greece, Lord Dis. I don't have apple trees growin' in the back lot- only a few weeds and this stinking wino satyr that won't leave.”

The purple-gold Violent Thunder Ape under Caspian obviously felt the same way at this moment. The man and the beast looked up together. Chi la! The sky suddenly collapsed. The flowing sunset, like a raging flame, rushed toward the depression. In an instant, it seemed to form a flame vortex. A terrifying aura that could destroy heaven and earth immediately spread toward Caspian. "It's Amethyst Palace Realm!" The purple-gold Violent Thunder Ape roared.

They created the Sun of the Divine Order's Flame and placed it onto the lightning bolt spear. "You're doing this again? You're running out of tricks. Die!" Fallon said with full confidence. The Burning Passion Joint Strike Technique was completed after all nine of Carla's heads were prepared. He knew a major martial god or a martial dominant would not be their match. That was when Fallon summoned the Nefarious Spirit Ancient Demon Ape. This time, the Demon Ape's body was double the size it was before. It was close to a hundred feet. It looked like a small hill had come alive.

He takes me into his arms, “Shhh it’s alright. Wanting to see the best in people is not a bad quality Noelle. It just means the world we live in now is wrong in so many ways. Besides, the fight is far from over yet.” He gives me a soft kiss on my forehead, and we go stand at the wall to look at what is going to happen. The darkness slowly clears, and we can see Hades opening up some kind of por-tal. I am assuming he could only open this portal with my powers. As the portal grows big-ger the grounds start to shake. 4 men on horses slowly appear through the portal and I know immediately it is pestilence, war, famine, and death. Hades has brought the apocalypse by opening a portal to the deepes

Oh god they are serious three cocks in my pussy at once my hole is already sore from the fingers but the fear is making my clit throb harder the danger turning me on even as I panic my juices dripping more from the mix of terror and excitement my nipples aching stiff in the air. Jovana laughed from where she stood filming closer, her phone held steady in her hand, the lens zooming in on my spread pussy, her voice full of wicked excitement. "Do it guys, make her scream for it. This is going to be epic!" Thalía nodded beside her, her phone focused on my face, capturing every expression, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and thrill, her free hand clutching her drink tight. "Yeah stretch that br

They are a single hand trying to plug a dam made of sieves. The Cage groans. A deep, seismic agony that is my own. I am the foundation, and I am coming apart. The pressure is everywhere. Inside. Outside. My consciousness, already fractured, is flooded with dream-nightmares not of my own making. Apocalyptic visions. The Unraveler, free, devouring galaxies in a blink. The Gardener, unbound, turning all of reality into a screaming, overgrown jungle. The Consensus, perfected, reducing existence to a single, silent, logical equation. The end of all things. Not with a bang, but with a thousand different, simultaneous whimpers. This is it. The sum total of our fight. Our victory. This screaming, gr

(Apollo) Across the war table, the battlefield erupted in violent distortion. Infernal light bent and tore as a column of impossible force speared downward through the Marches like the descending blade of a fallen star. The beam struck with such magnitude that even the magic struggled to hold it. For a fraction of a second, the entire projection flared white, overwhelmed by the violence of the discharge. Not red like Devilfire. Not gold like Emberflame. Something harsher. Something stripped of mercy.

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

He withdrew an emergency activation key, his voice like an oath: “Seraphim! Phase Two, engage.” The screens flared. A gigantic holy circle appeared over Valenfort’s sky, slowly rotating like the eye of God preparing to open and unleash a blood apocalypse.