Followers Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

They had just given Core Prime true consciousness. The real apocalypse had officially begun. Not as an enemy, but as a mystery that had just awakened from its slumber.

Scott asked. “There was another incident near the Vamp Monument. The vampire community was out for a massive reunion and three fledglings were abducted by a group of Apopis– the worshippers of the Apep serpent. Having gained a lot of knowledge about manipulating the power of the sun, the Apep serpent has bestowed upon all his followers a gift of manipulating the sun’s energy. Unfortunately, this disabled all the defences of even the oldest of the vampires; you know the sun is lethal for them. The war was lost within minutes when they were blinded, burned temporarily, or incapacitated by the heat. Before they could think of something else, the Apopises had coiled around the fledglings and had

Scott asked. “There was another incident near the Vamp Monument. The vampire community was out for a massive reunion and three fledglings were abducted by a group of Apopis– the worshippers of the Apep serpent. Having gained a lot of knowledge about manipulating the power of the sun, the Apep serpent has bestowed upon all his followers a gift of manipulating the sun’s energy. Unfortunately, this disabled all the defences of even the oldest of the vampires; you know the sun is lethal for them. The war was lost within minutes when they were blinded, burned temporarily, or incapacitated by the heat. Before they could think of something else, the Apopises had coiled around the fledglings and had

"Born with these gifts, not infected with them. These Ascended are thieves, stealing power that doesn't belong to them. We must strike first or be destroyed." The second movement was somehow worse. The Ascension Church, founded by a charismatic pastor named John Redfield, claimed the transformation was divine intervention. The Rapture. God elevates humanity to its rightful place above all other creatures. "We have been chosen," Redfield preached to thousands of Ascended followers. "God has given us these gifts so that we may rule the Earth as was always intended. The age of monsters is over. The age of mankind begins now." Both movements were gaining followers by the hour. I stood in my comm

he asked, and for the first time I heard something under the irritation that sounded almost like unease. I didn’t explain the Collapse. I didn’t mention Sienna, or the street corner, or the version of myself that had died believing he would come back for her. I only told him that from now on, I would be reviewing my own finances personally, and ended the call before he could argue further. He didn’t understand what had changed. But for the first time in ten years, he understood that something had. ----- After the call, I opened my private countdown document and added a new heading beneath the others.

“I already told all of you to build your own house anyway, which I believe you’ll begin soon enough. So why not join my team instead?” Her tone became colder and more serious. “Let’s conquer the apocalypse together.” The room fell silent again. “In the future,” Ivy continued slowly, “there will be a complete collapse of order. Independent bases will rise everywhere, each led by powerful individuals. Only the strong will survive.” Her sharp gaze swept across every member present. “Bases will eventually start fighting each other for resources, territory, weapons, and food. They’ll attack one another simply to dominate. Large organizations will create the illusion of safety, but in reality, man

"Zora Vane." I spun around. Standing on the catwalk behind me were the twelve Apostles. They hadn't followed me into the water; they had simply materialized through the "Void-Rift" I had left in my wake. Their white-gold gowns were glowing with that same, parasitic blue. And in the center of them stood Dante. He didn't look like my husband anymore. He looked like the King of the Hive. "You cannot hide in the mud, First-Born," the Apostles said in unison. "The world is becoming the Spire. The mud is being deleted."

"But Phoenix... the High Council isn't surrendering. They’ve just identified the final target. They're sending the 'Apostles'—the original shifters who never let go of the moon." A low, rhythmic thrumming echoed from the sky—not drones. From the clouds, three massive, bone-white towers began to descend. The Watchers were no longer hiding in orbit. The gods were coming to reclaim their hardware. "Leo," I hissed, my gold hand finding the hilt of my shard-blade. "The heaven is falling." "Let it fall," Leo growled, his golden flecks flaring with a sovereign resolve. "Mommy's the one who's going to catch it."

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."

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?