Followers Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

“When I collapsed this morning, I had a vision. The monster behind the attacks revealed himself to me. His name is Thanox, and I've seen him before in the first nightmare I had of him many years ago. Caspian, he's truly the one behind the attacks. I had my suspicions, but he confirmed everything this morning. And tonight, he’s coming here. To Nightfall. Thanox plans to destroy the summit. To kill every leader gathered in this pack, including other innocent lives. He’s coming, and if we don’t prepare ourselves, we’re all as good as dead. You have to believe me.” “I believe you Jocelyn.” He blurts out the words on reflex, as if he had already sworn to himself to believe every word that comes f

Aria woke with her heart racing. And certainty settling like iron in her bones. The Council’s absence left a space. And spaces like that always drew predators. Messages arrived from the outer territories of groups being formed, doctrines spreading. Those who feared the changes. Those who worshiped them. One group called themselves the Purifiers. Another, the Ascended. Both were dangerous. “They want control,” Dax murmured faintly through the bond. Aria inhaled sharply. “You sound stronger.” The seal adjusts, he replied. So do I.

Fenix stood there nervously tapping his foot; he wanted to chase behind the Vampire clan, but he couldn't because they were too numerous to look for Yona alone "I should go back to the city and inform Austin; I don't have any other options. He transformed into a snake and crawled quickly towards the city In the main city temple.. Everyone in the pack was present for this ceremony. But something was going on among them. They were talking about Alpha's mate. They've been told that he'll soon mate with his female and that they'll be blessed with an heir who will lead the pack in the future. However, it was abruptly cancelled, which may result in a decline in their pack In the mythological world

“But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?” I shake my head. “Of course, I didn’t order the sodding apocalypse, you wanker. Why would I do such a stupid thing when my own son and my mate live on earth? That would be illogical.” Mathias places his hands on his hips, “I think we’re blowing this out of proportion. This is probably just a coincidence.” Azazel snorts. “It could bloody well have been if it wasn’t for the fact that this happened in places that have never experienced earthquakes or

"She'll have to accept the new reality sooner or later." I had no idea how long the apocalypse would last. Besides, the casualty rate of children was extremely high during the apocalypse. I would never stop Joyce from finding out how cruel this world had become. Once Joyce finally calmed down, Emmett and I began checking the doors and windows. Then, we started counting the supplies we had. When we heard the sounds of a car screeching to a halt outside the villa, Emmett quickly grabbed a rifle and moved to stand behind a window. I picked up a gun as well before joining him nervously.

SOME OF ITS MEMBERS GAINED THEIR PAGE FROM BIRTH WHILE OTHERS HAD THEIRS IMPLANTED IN THEM • THE APOSTLES ARE ALSO A TEAM OF PAGE HOLDERS BROUGHT TOGETHER BY THE CHURCH. THEY ARE THE SPECIAL TASK FORCE OF THE CHURCH AND THE MOST IMPORTANT FIGHTERS IN THE WAR AGAINST HELL, THEY POSSESS DUAL SCRIPTURES AND ARE CAPABLE OF USING BOTH SCRIPTURES EFFECTIVELY, THEY ARE THE MOST DANGEROUS WEAPONS THE CHURCH HAS AGAINST HELL AND AS SUCH ARE TREATED WITH RESPECT. THEY NUMBER 12 IN TOTAL WITH A LEADER. SOME HAVE THEIR PAGE IMPLANTED IN THEM WHILE OTHERS GAIN THEIRS FROM BIRTH.

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.

The fissure had long since closed over. People moved through it like any other street corner, but someone had lined the edge with white roses and small bouquets, and here and there were snacks and drinks left among them. I wasn't the only one who had lost someone that day. In the apocalypse, no one came through untouched. But it was over now. That was what mattered. I sniffled quietly, set my white roses down, then slipped the small pink backpack from my shoulder and left it there too. The wind moved through the trees. I crouched down and pressed my hand flat against the ground.

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.