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

Lottie POV As my eyes met Adam's, I felt my body shrink, seeing his eyes were filled with anger and distress, and I knew it was because he was pained by the sight of me reduced to this 'state', struggling on the floor amidst the chaos. That he liked to remark was beneath 'us'. "You are bleeding," Adam seethed, his gaze shifting from my knees to Havoc. "Shit." I muttered seeing Adam's eyes cast in a crazed rage.

All of it! How could this happen? I ignored the seething Daniel and looked at the now maroon liquid. The color of the liquid showed remnants of the magical tool used for cure. I didn’t think that there would be someone besides Aaron who could figure out what had happened to that bitch. It was clear to me who had brought that tool to him. There was only one vampire in this whole world who had possession of the remaining magical tools, Haron. A hand reached out to me, however, before it could even touch me, I heard a scream. I sighed, massaging my temples gently, and turned to look at the fool who was clutching his oddly bent arm.

She walked to the room nearest to the vent, jumped on to the top bed, then climbed on to the ceiling frame from there. In two hours, she returned to the admin building. She paused in the vent, drank her water, ate two hard tack biscuits. She truly felt depleted of energy. First, she has to handle that olympian zombie. It will be an unparalleled disaster if the nucleus is found by another zombie, and Yanlong is entirely unwilling to let this treasure fall in hands of another human other than her. All the apocalypse's top one percent have come from grabbing chances early. So, she must grab that olympian nuclei.

They called the 1st son of a family, they will use the sentence, "Young Master A, or they will directly called him in his name which is A." I hope everyone can remember this so that they are not confused while reading the next chapters . World Background •This story is set in alternative universe & Fiction only, Means this story is not real. •This story Zombie Apocalypse with a touch of fantasy. •This story is BL, Which means it's a Man × Man, Boy × Boy story. •The protagonist of this story is Gay. •There would be sex, Violence, crimes, twisted characters, ects. In this story, so if you are not into this kind of story, don't read it and please kindly leave.

I ask nervously. “Virus E,” Jareth mumbles. Jareth’s words send a chill down my spine. Virus E. “Is that the virus the Eels created? But there is no cure for it!” I cry out concerned. I try to remember everything I know about the virus but my mind is blank. I’m too worried to think clearly. Is Leopold going to die? “Not unless your people give us the cure,” the Shark next to Jareth says looking daggers at me.

He gave me a weak smile. “Elena, thank you.” “You made me see your love.” At that moment, I believed everything had finally returned to the right path. I thought I had recovered our love. Soon after, we got married. I even gave birth to adorable vampire twins for him. But gradually, my body began to fail. I even showed signs of aging. That day, as I lay in a sickbed, Kael entered the house holding a familiar woman’s hand. Sylvia. She was not dead.

----- I opened the first of the newly unlocked files, and the screen loaded slowly, deliberately, like it had been waiting for this exact moment for longer than I could imagine. Not a full explanation. A designation. **PROJECT ASH — SUCCESSOR ACCESS GRANTED.** I had seen that name before, scattered through records I hadn’t fully understood. This was the first time the system had formally, directly connected it to me. ----- Beneath it, another line appeared. **NINETY DAYS BEFORE COLLAPSE.** I read it once. Then again, certain I’d misunderstood something. *Collapse. What collapse. Why ninety days. Why had Margaret built all of this, and why had the system been waiting, specifically and only, f

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak

"It's a flaw in your code. I'll make sure to fix that in Version 2.0." --- ### The Final Rewrite The blue light from the sky was growing brighter. The heat was becoming unbearable. Through the glass walls of the garden, I could see the ruins of the world starting to glow as the orbital laser began its "Pre-Heat" phase. "The Seed," the boy said, held out his hand. "Give it to me, and I’ll put you and the Rowan-unit in a special server. A private paradise. Just the two of you, forever. No wars. No hunger. No death."

Her golden light flared, then turned a sickly, bruised violet the moment she touched the energy field. ​"Torin is right," Maya whispered, her face pale. "The seed is infected. It’s not a biological virus, it’s a frequency-based parasite. It’s feeding on the peace we’ve built. It’s making everyone more aggressive, more paranoid." ​"Can you purge it?" Ren asked, his hand tightening on his rifle. ​"Not without knowing the source code," Maya replied. "If I try to force a purge, I might shatter the seed entirely. We need the 'Key' that was used to upload it."