Fantasial Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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."

The panic inside the High Spires Central Coliseum was absolute. Alarm sirens shrieked across all seven sectors, their red emergency beacons painting the sky in violent, rhythmic flashes. Above the open-air stadium, sky-drones scrambled frantically to clear the airspace, while seventy thousand terrified spectators crushed against the narrow exit gates in a desperate bid to escape the looming geothermal meltdown. Down on the floor of the arena, Agnes was entirely unfazed by the surrounding chaos. She stood in the center of the lopsided cage, her thumbs flying across her diagnostic slate as she synced her Starfall Fate-Ring to the primary control matrix of the **Apex Core**.

After she had washed up herself in the bathroom, Daeira retired to bed with a happy face, and when she closed her eyes, a subtle release of smoke filled the room, sending her into a nightmare that would haunt her. As the dark smoke filled her system, there began a series of events in her dreams, sending her into a programmed apocalypse to reset the pattern of her brain along with a particular memory she made along with the Aryan king. Daeira trembled in her sleep for the fright the nightmare she was having until she bolted awake, panting and disoriented. She darted her eyes around the silence of her room, cursing that very horrid dream of apocalypse and the unwanted coitus against that beast

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

"I'm no longer the former fangirl," “Who freely gave everything that she had to me? Then all of a sudden everything that happened seemed to have nothing to her, even if I am the first man in her life?” Andrew said abruptly in a strong tone. Lana stared into the young man's eyes and then sighed. She didn’t expect the hatred she saw in the windows of his soul. "That's a one-night stand!" she said emphatically, even though the truth was, that was not what she wanted to say.

We will soon know so let’s get back to the story. “Was anyone able to defeat them?” Lennon asked wanting to know if they can find that person and ask them to help them, or try to do what they did and defeat the demons. “Yes, Noah. But he is too young now and we can’t depend on him, he is a child.” Maya forgot to add that the original apocalypse was twenty years from now, so they won’t be able to relay on the book’s characters to help them because probably all of them are kids or teenagers.

"Come on, what's his name--?!" "I wasn't prying into your expenses, you know. It was just so unusual, I had to ask Bea--" "--so how far gone are you, Ali? You two must have made some progress by now--" "Don't put ideas into her head, Leno. I've never even met the boy yet, and I'm not allowing some upstart to date my little girl--" "But who IS he?! You're all ignoring me--!" "APOCALYPSE!" I yelled. "We're here because of the apocalypse! So let's set aside other stuff for later. Please."

It would be like having an aperitif. Yes, that's right, an aperitif before dinner! What stronzo (asshole*) would have anything against an aperitif? "What happened to your other chef? "He's bedridden. Stronzo (asshole*) has a skin infection, apparently shingles. He told me about chicken pox, but frankly, I don't care. All I care about is who was going to feed my VIPs." The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged.

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

It is only because of this job she could go home, relax in her tub and read a web novel before sleep even after the apocalypse. Her favorite are rebirth apocalypse novels and dashing hero ones. After all, we only ever like fantasy when reality is utterly disappointing. There is no way to reincarnate even with all the weird abilities going around. If there were any good men in the world, they did not survive past the first week of the apocalypse. She knew very well what she would do if she were the lead of either story. If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family.