Harem Apocalypse: My Seed Is The Cure?! Novels & Stories

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

I need less sleep. C: That's not scientifically accurate. A: And you're an engineering student now, not a silk weaver. Go to bed. A pause. Then: C: Fine. Goodnight, Adrian. Adrian. Not Professor Hale. Just Adrian. I should correct her. Re-establish the boundary. Instead I type: Goodnight, Céline. I set the phone down and walk to the window. Rain streaks the glass. The city is dark. Somewhere out there, a young woman with silk in her blood is falling asleep.

Behind us, the sounds of battle continued, but the reinforced seal stood strong, its light a beacon in the darkness—the first step in our desperate plan to prevent the apocalypse that threatened. As we reached the tunnel entrance, I cast one last look back at the chaotic scene. The Southeastern Seal glowed with renewed power, and somewhere in the fray, my mate fought to give us time to escape. One seal reinforced, four more to go—with the blood moon rising ever higher in the night sky. The ritual had taken its toll, leaving both me and my unborn son diminished in ways I was only beginning to understand. But we were still alive, still fighting. And now, against all odds, Garrick had found us.

"I mean, have you looked at yourself lately? Before that Serenex shit, you were probably the biggest pussy I ever met. No offense. But check you out now, brah. Now you got Abbie and Cassie as your fuckbunnies, me as your whatever, teacher hottie and slut cop who do whatever you say." She failed to mention Megan, but I didn't correct her oversight. "And?" "Like, you're making a fucking harem. You know that, right?" "A harem? What on earth are you talking about?" "All right, go ahead and name all the dudes and the non-hotties you've used that spray on so far. Go ahead. I'll wait."

She paused for a moment. "More importantly, your blood has produced antibodies. Those antibodies might very well be the key to ending this apocalypse." I froze. The key to ending the apocalypse. I thought back to the look on Emilia's face when she handed the antidote to Dustin, remembered the way she carelessly tossed the suppressant to me, and how she casually spoke about "being impartial". At that point, I started laughing. My laughter echoed through the quiet hospital room, sounding oddly out of place. Iris frowned. "What's so funny?"

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

And you're enjoying air-conditioning! Daisy: Damn you! We're being roasted alive out here while you enjoy yourself inside, you unfilial monster! You'll get what's coming to you! Their rage and despair practically spilled through the screen. And that—was exactly what I wanted. I turned off my phone, tossed it aside, and leisurely began enjoying my first meal of the apocalypse. Yes. I had been reborn to the very moment when Denise and my so-called parents first proposed setting up a doomsday fund.

Louis Arch, guided by the child's irresistible, celestial signal. "The baby is a lighthouse," Virex rasped, stepping out of the shadows with a grim report. "And every monster in the dark just got the coordinates. The ATG remnants have already leaked the child’s 'Frequency-Key' to the black market. They’re calling it the 'God-Seed.' They don't want to kill the baby, Evangeline... they want to harvest its resonance to overwrite the human race." Xander stood at the window, his golden aura flared to a jagged, defensive edge. He looked at the city below, where crowds were still cheering his name, unaware that their celebration was acting as a beacon for the end of the world.

The rain, hormones, music, and emotions were overwhelming for us both as we gave into our desires and exploded in sync. But this wasn’t about sex, we were sealing a bond. He looked at me like I was a treasure he didn’t believe he’d found. A tear appeared in his eye, as he rubbed his hands up and down my back. I felt bad. I had no idea what he had been through but he was hurting. I pulled him back in and held him. I had my face in his chest and I could hear him saying thank you God over and over. When he said it the last time, my mind immediately woke up. Thoughts of the stories my parents told me of having the extra rib of my Adam popped into my mind. It couldn’t be, that wasn’t true. We are

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos