Fantasial Apocalypse Novels & Stories

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

Future shall be told where chaos rises, The fabric of realms and realities shall be torn apart, Thee fallen shall rise again, Impending doom awaits, The protectors of earth realm shall fall-- Thus, witness as Chaos And Apocalypse is unleashed. He panted heavily as he dropped to the floor before the lights faded. Raphael descended from the sky in his usual attire. He emitted flares from his eyes and his body glowed white. His brows were knitting and his forehead was creased. He snapped his finger and everyone fell without hesitation. Both all witches that reunited and the rest of them.

“I lost count after that. Every time I set and reset, you kept fighting back. Then I had to reset and modify some things to achieve the scenario I wanted but I couldn’t. I just wanted to show you.” Rose let a few seconds pass by, waiting for a continuation which didn’t come before asking. “Wanted to show me what?” Roosevelt turned her head to face Rose. “Who you really are.” Upon saying it, the entire ‘world’ distorted and glitch out as it changed to a world in chaos. The sky was dark while the earth was lit on fire. Debris of buildings was all over the place. Screams of terror as people ran around in terror. Horrid creatures were chasing them down relentlessly while some others were flying

This wasn’t just an army; it was an aberration. “What in the Moon Goddess’s name are you talking about, Councilor?” Rowan demanded, his voice edged with a dangerous mix of disbelief and growing alarm. “That’s impossible.” “But it’s true, Beta Rowan!” Thorne insisted, his voice rising in pitch. “Our spies witnessed it. They saw warriors cut down, only for them to rise again, their wounds closing, their eyes blank. They said it was… unholy.” An icy tendril of fear snaked through me, tightening around my chest. This wasn’t just a war; it was an apocalypse. An army that couldn’t be defeated by conventional means, led by Daisy who was controlled by the Death Goddess.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

Chapter 12: Do you want him to find us that easily Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen