King Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The weak were already freezing, the corrupt were already breaking, and the dead were preparing to rise. She took a slow, deep breath, feeling the cold, unyielding strength of the Reclaimer System flowing through her veins. The world outside was ending, but inside her fortress, the Doomsday Queen was just getting started. She looked up at the countdown timer with absolute clarity, ready for whatever horror came next. She knew that every preparation she had made would ensure her absolute dominance over the frozen wasteland to come. The era of her vengeance was just beginning, and she would reign supreme.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at the screen again.. [CANDIDATE: KINGSLEY DUNCAN DEKING] I stopped breathing. For several seconds, I simply stared at the name. “What the fuck do you mean by Kingsley Duncan Deking?” I blinked rapidly, hoping the name would change. It didn't. Instead, another notification appeared beneath it. [WARNING] [THIS MAN WILL BECOME HUMANITY'S GREATEST THREAT.] “He's really the one. The apocalypse devil himself. My stomach dropped and the club's loud sounds around me seemed to fade into the background.

We had agreed that our marriage was temporary, and he had told me from the beginning that he was searching for someone else. I had accepted those conditions, I had even told him I had no interest in falling in love with him. So what was this strange feeling in my chest? Jealousy? No. Absolutely not. I was Octavia, and I had survived the apocalypse, faced terrifying monsters, and endured betrayal from the man I had loved for ten years. I wasn't going to lose my mind over one handsome Commander. Even if I had slept with him. Even if I had enjoyed being in his arms.

"Let us get back to the site. The contractors need your approval on the perimeter defense grid." Kacey walked out into the cold alley. She felt stronger. She felt ready. Frederick was currently sitting in a stolen mansion, dreaming of a courtroom victory that would never arrive. She climbed back into the armored SUV. The countdown to the end of the world continued to tick away, and Kacey was going to be the apex predator of the frozen wasteland.

Excess is permitted. "Good." I pull a notepad toward me. "Because I wasn't planning to stop there." I don't write the list the way the old Abbie would have, wandering the aisles in the order the store lays them out. I write it in the order of things people killed for during an Apocalypse.*Water. Light. Warmth. Medicine.* Food goes last, and it surprises me until I remember why. The people who made it through the first weeks weren't the ones with the biggest pantries. They were the ones who could still see in the dark and still feel their fingers enough to hold a spoon.

With that in mind, the fact that they had been taken out in a single night was definitely stupefying… It was sometime later when a person wearing a phoenix robe and a golden crown could be seen sitting atop a throne within the God Temple of Jaellatra… Holding a scepter with dragon carvings all over it, the person went by the name of Apollo, and he was the king of the God Temple. Apollo was also the ruler of all of Jaellatra, and he had attained the Seventh-soul-rank within the Sage Realm…

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.

“Now when do we start the war.” “We have to gather our men before we can.” Apollo spoke up. “We also need to get my father out of the globe.” Hasik spoke pointing over at the globe. The witch got up and grabbed it. She rolled it around in her hand before letting it fall to the floor. The magic that swirled inside was released and out of it popped the old king. He looked sick and weak causing Hasik to frantically get to him. Apollo was close in toe as they lifted him to a bed.

The sensation was sickeningly familiar, muscle memory from a massacre etched into his very bones. A wet crunch echoed through the room like thunder. The remaining scholars screamed and scrambled back, wings scraping the walls, papers and scrolls scattering in a storm of terror. Some tried to shield their eyes with trembling wings, as if not seeing their king would somehow spare them his notice. Apollo rose slowly from the corpse, his body flickering between forms— horns sprouting then receding, wings tearing free then dissolving, claws extending then splitting, eyes shifting from gold to ember to bottomless voids.

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."