King Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The King of Landyork, also known as King Darren, has similar facial features, only smoother compared to his older brother King Abraham, the ruler of Anarka. Prince Apollo could only look down at his feet, even though he had already drunk a lot of alcohol. Still, the liquid did not eliminate his fear. "What are you doing this time?" asked King Darren as he walked slowly towards Prince Apollo, who was sitting on his knees. "I-I'll give the parchment to her, I-I'm just playing, Dad…" squeaked Prince Apollo in a pitiful tone. "I-I'm really sorry, please don't punish that woman…." Prince Apollo, who had looked dashing before entering the room, was replaced by a large man prostrated at the Landyor

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

The world choke violently,all the creatures and beings felt the power and feared greatly,even the human world was in chaos,the chaos of the Ruthless Jonas was able to locate them,on reaching the spot he ran to Gavin and healed him immediately,Gavin stood up and made eye contact with Jonas and they ran after the king using their spiritual energy The king is already lost control and if they leave him he might destroy their world,Jonas can not watch that happen,he had been there for an unknown reason best known to him and he only lived to fulfill the quest and he will watch the Bloody Vampire King being born

I unknowingly pulled the two children into me, feeling the strong need to protect them, regardless of my frail body. "What's happening?" I whispered, fear sounding through my quiet, weak tone. "King Theo has been overly sensitive since you became unconscious two days ago. He is normally easily angered due to his lack of a mate, but these past two days with you unconscious has made him overly sensitive. He has not been eating well, nor sleeping since you went unconscious from Doctor Noel's sedative injection. He's currently meeting with the council of the werewolf world, but apparently one of them commented about him not being able to rule with a human mate, which triggered King Theo's alread

I caught her as she swayed, wrapping my arms tight around her, holding her close, her weight pressing against me, warm and solid and real. “I have you,” I whispered, my face pressed against her hair, my voice shaking with relief and love and grief. “I have you. You are safe.” Kael screamed again — a long, terrible sound — and then his body began to glow blinding white, light bursting out through every seam, every pore, tearing him apart from the inside out. “I AM THE KING!” He howled, voice breaking into a shriek. “I AM THE GOD! I AM—” There was a blinding flash, a deafening roar, and then — silence.

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

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.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

He reached for his bag, his fingers finding the warmth of the Dragon-Fire Saffron, but even its legendary heat felt cold in the face of the silence. "Raf?" he whispered one last time, his voice breaking. But the only answer was the distant, rhythmic thud of the ribcage, miles away, beating like a drum for a feast he was no longer sure he wanted to attend. He was the Master of Essence, the Chef of the Apocalypse, but as the violet mist closed in, Dimas realized he was something else entirely. He was lost.

Damian exhaled through his nose, but his hand didn’t leave the weapon. “We don’t have long,” he said, lower now, faster. “If they get you intact, this isn’t a collapse anymore. It’s managed. They stabilize the strain using what’s in your blood and release a version that kills or converts exactly how they design it to. Controlled extinction instead of chaos. That’s worse, not better.” “I won’t be taken.”