Isekai Apocalypse Mynoghra Novels & Stories

Kalina looked at him sadly. Elard noticed the change in her expression and said, “I’d gladly die for you.” His answer made Kalina’s eyes widen. She denied her own feelings. If she remembered what Gavin had once said when the shifter was in her world as the Eagle, then the death of the Elard in Nigella and the fall of the kingdom had already happened. Yet fate had pulled Kalina into isekai, into another world a Kingdom of Nigella that didn’t exist in any record. There was no trace of it in history. If it had been real, there should’ve been records left behind, at least a few articles, considering how grand and extraordinary that kingdom was.

I wondered if she would end up throwing her pride away and scrambling for supplies like I did last time. I was honestly looking forward to it. I hoped she wouldn't disappoint me too soon! The next morning… The sun hadn't even risen when the heat woke me up. That same suffocating, bone-dry feeling from my past life came rushing back. I quickly switched on the air conditioner, and the cool air brought me back to my senses. It must have already been scorching hot outside. The plants outside my window were all drooping and wilting. I stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the sun slowly climbed higher. The clock on the wall ticked back and forth. The apocalyptic heatw

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

There was no sign of Jessica or Brent. A single, harsh industrial floodlight flickered to life directly above me. It illuminated a small circle of cracked concrete. Beyond the light lay a massive cavern of rusted steel walkways, deep water channels, and endless walls of reinforced concrete. The Glass Conservatory had just been the foyer. This was the true maze – a sprawling, multi – level industrial nightmare buried deep beneath the island. Static crackled from a hidden PA system. "Phase Three is not a sprint, my beautiful survivors," Franco’s voice echoed through the cavern, distorted and godlike in the immense space. "It is a marathon of the soul. You have shed the weak. You have purged th

"Say my name!" Tyler’s voice boomed like thunder through the duplex hallway, echoing down the stairs. His large, powerful palm was wrapped around my neck; it felt as though he might twist it until I died if I tried anything stupid. The bed squeaked loudly, and the sound of his groans filled the entire room. "What’s my fucking name?" "T-Tyler…" My voice broke like radio static. I whimpered like a wounded dog. Beneath his heavy grip, I was pinned, powerless under his control, while he thrust into me vigorously.

If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family. If she met a dashing hero, she would kill him in his sleep and eat his crystal to gain his powers. Which sane person will suffer the apocalypse all the way through ? once in her life is more than enough. She is amazed at the tenacity of these heroes Every time she read these novels. It must be said at this point, Yanlong is a hypocrite. She stole and learnt all lower level blueprints for the after apocalypse technology. Why can she steal? She’s a low level clerk, who is bound to the building she is in.

"Seeing you in your real form, I can never fuck you." "Shut up, you idiot," Marin shouted angrily, tapping her foot. "Then die here with this girl," Marin snarled, her hands clenched in rage. Marin and Smith vanished into thin air after saying this. Fenix took a look around; the place was filthy and disgusting. He approached Yona's Cage and noticed her. Her face has grown pale, her lips have become dry and she has collapsed. He attempted to open the cage, but it was secured by a spell-casting magic lock.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.