Father Elijah: An Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

But now, sitting across from me, he looked completely shaken. “Orion is my stepbrother” The words came out quietly. I nodded. Cairos looked away. For several seconds, he said nothing at all. His hands slowly tightened against his knees, and I could see his jaw clench as he tried to process what I had just told him. He looked back at me. “How long?” “Before the apocalypse.” He looked back at me. “How long were you together?” I looked away. “Long enough for me to believe I knew him.”

Even the finality of death couldn't stop this. The network fell silent. Everyone understood. Nothing could stop it. Nothing. Except—someone stepped into its path. Elias. The Betrayer. The Lost Brother. The ruler of a million worlds. He appeared in the void between Luca and the approaching apocalypse. The Architect screamed from where she lay, "No!" Elias didn't look back at his sister. His silver eyes remained fixed on the approaching light, reflecting the gold that meant his certain death. Then, he smiled. It was a sad, quiet smile—the smile of someone finally making peace with a decision after eons of running.

This time, her body flickered so violently that parts of her disappeared completely for several seconds. “We’re out of time!” Panic exploded through Elaine’s chest. Older Adrian looked toward the sky grimly. “The collapse has started.” Reality around them began unraveling visibly now. The cliffside glitched between timelines. The ocean disappeared entirely. Then returned upside down. Elaine’s breathing became uneven. This was it. The end. She looked toward Adrian one final time. And suddenly— Everything else disappeared. The storm. The fractures. The apocalypse. Nothing mattered except him. God.

Elijah could no longer contain his anger so he left his father, over the years he has done nothing but his best to prove himself worthy to his father however every time he fails and just like every other time it happened again. Elijah went back to his room laying down on his bed hollowing on self pity when he felt his phone vibrated, he reluctantly took the phone to check the email that was sent to him. He played it and once again he gets an opportunity he never asked for to watch how he committed a murder, Elijah was gripped in fear as he already knew who the sender was. Just a few minutes after watching the video a message popped up on his phone screen. “one wrong move from you and you wil

Maybe he didn't exist acting so quickly because he knew my hesitation in wanting to involve my creatures in the human world. "How does it start?" I asked Miguel, feeling his despair blending with mine. I knew that much of the pain he felt in his heart had a good amount of recognition by Kleyphon's severed wings, because not even he was fully recovered from his injuries, and it had been more than a week since it happened." How is the apocalypse described in the Bible? Miguel opened his mouth to speak, but it was Anne's voice that sounded closer to me.

"Babe, calm down. We're gonna make it work. Cliff, Joel and I.. we'll do this together okay?" His voice was pissing me off. My hands felt cold, it was painful enough that I hissed and then, starring at Elijah I ask again, "What the fuck is going on?" My voice scared even me and I watched as he let out a huge breath. My wrists, my arms, I was burning in pain "Elijah!" I snarl. "Were joining packs with The Fallen moon." He states with as much power as he can.

Be quiet. -Azael are you okay?- Lailah asks. I feel the warm touch of his hand on my cheek and I open my eyes to see his angelic face that manages to calm my demons. -Do not. -I answer honestly.- But I'm going to finish telling it. -she nods and caresses my arm under the sheets, comforting me.- I don't remember very well how it happened, I have very blurry most of the memories of that night, but I know that several blows and shots woke me up in the middle of the morning. I was just a kid trying to sleep. My mother came into my room desperate and told me not to be afraid, that we would meet in the back garden with Dutson, my father. I didn't have it, but I knew something was going to go wrong

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

He opened it. You were always meant to lead. Just not the way they planned. He showed me. I nodded slowly. “She’s letting go.” “Yes.” “And your dad?” Elijah looked out the window thoughtfully. “He’s recalculating.” And somehow… That felt like the beginning of something bigger. Not just rebellion. Not just romance. But transformation. Because Elijah wasn’t fighting to be a son anymore. He was building to be a man. And this time— No one was drafting his future without him.