Fort Of Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

It took them two days to cross it. By the time they emerged on the other side, only eight remained. But before them stood the Storm King’s capital, Obsidian Reach. A black fortress of twisted spires and cursed stone, built into the bones of a fallen volcano. Smoke coiled from its towers. Fires lit its walls. They had made it. And the final game was about to begin. At dawn, the distraction force began its siege miles away, sending fire and fury across the valley. The Storm King’s army moved like a beast, slow but immense.

With steely determination, Amelia turned toward the door, Gabriel and Lucas at her side, the light of dawn creeping through the windows as they prepared to embark on their most dangerous mission yet. The towering stone walls of the fortress rose like ancient sentinels against the star-speckled sky, their cold surfaces marred with cracks and creeping vines, making them appear both formidable and eerie in the moonlight. Flickering torches lining the battlements cast long shadows that danced ominously across the cobblestone paths below. Heavy wooden doors stood firmly at the entrance, flanked by stone statues worn smooth by centuries of weather and time, reminders of an era steeped in blood and

I told her appreciatively. She grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled down the apartments and what was located around the area. Apparently it was in some area in Fort Worth, Texas. The first thing I pulled up was apartments in Fort Worth, Texas and the list was mind-blowingly huge. I narrowed it down by the apartment name and got five hits. Well looks like we need to go to the town and check out the surroundings. “Thank you for your help. We will get her back.” I assured them. Her mother seemed to believe me, her father didn’t seem convinced.

Before leaving, Otto had specifically told them that the creature inside was incredibly powerful and immortal, and must not be taken lightly. Clang... Just as everyone was steeling themselves, the decrepit altar suddenly exploded, sending debris flying everywhere. In that instant, dust obscured the sky. The people on-site could not see the situation inside at all. However, they all knew that that thing was coming out. “Attack!” With a loud roar, they all exerted their most powerful techniques, aiming to severely injure the Apocalypse Insect. Andrius did not expect there to be such a big commotion as soon as he came out.

It was none other than Abbadon herself. “How dare you, expose this fight to a mere human. Then you have the audacity to raise your sword to my daughter. You and your son will be severely punished.” Most AODs were terrified of Abbadon, she stood 6’5 and had jet black hair. Her eyes were as red as blood. Daniel, however, was not. “Then come on with it.” Daniel said flatly. “Let’s get this over with.” His reaction only angered her more. She wanted him to cower, wanted him to beg for her mercy. She wanted to see the terror in his eyes. But there was none. Daniel had survived over a century in hell before conceding to Lucifer, Abbadon was nothing compared to that.

More Apollo were hiding somewhere-likely among the buildings around us. Another thing stood out to me. Aside from one Legion, I had only seen evidence of Apollo mechs being active in the area-the large craters indicated a battle of some kind. The Apollo was built for demolition, but their bright colouring and lack of armour made them tactically inept. Without any supporting mechs, it was clear that they hadn't expected to be fighting too much. If the Apollo was made for demolition, what had Axion been trying to demolish? I had to keep Harlow talking if we wanted to find out, so I switched my comm channel once again.

More adventure await, hopefully they overcome it or Maybe not. The End

It seemed entirely too slow and inefficient with only fourteen days on the clock. ​Before I could ponder any further, the screen flashed violently, replacing the text with a brand-new quest directive. ​[Urgent Quest Triggered: Find a Protector] ​Objective: Locate the city's most dangerous and powerful man within 48 hours and secure his absolute protection for the upcoming apocalypse. ​Target Details: [Mafia Lord / Lucien Giovanni] ​Failure Penalty: [Death!] Note: The most dangerous places are mostly the safest. My eyes widened and I nearly fell off the bed, fearful bumps rising all over my body.

His voice remained barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Ivy and Darren to hear clearly. "The apocalypse has already destroyed most supply chains. Food, medicine, fuel, weapons, and equipment are becoming harder and harder to find." He gestured toward the massive facility around them. "But places like this still contain enough resources to keep hundreds of survivors alive for months." Albert continued. "The risk is enormous as there are plenty monsters here, but so is the reward." He glanced toward the assault rifle hanging from Darren's shoulder. "Besides, our weapons have already been upgraded. They're no longer limited to firing ordinary bullets."