King Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Huge holographic billboards projected the face of a man I didn't recognize—a man with silver-grey hair and eyes as sharp and predatory as a falcon’s. ​"That’s him," Silas whispered, his voice crackling with static over the internal comms of our transport. "The Iron King. To the world, he is Julian Vane, the great philanthropist who rebuilt the power grid after the 'Great Outage.' To us, he is the gatekeeper of the apocalypse, the man holding the keys to the world's survival."

He threw his head back, his unhinged, manic laughter echoing flawlessly over the blaring alarms. "I am the Emperor of the ashes!" Elias screamed, completely surrendering to the apocalyptic madness. "The jet falls! The council burns! We all die in the ice!" Lucian's massive, heavily corded chest expanded, the feral predator violently taking absolute control. The King of the American underworld did not roar. He didn't waste a single fraction of a second on anger. He moved in a terrifying, completely unadulterated blur of catastrophic violence. Elias didn't even have time to turn around.

And I stared wide mouthed, thrown off by the question, "no I don't" "Yes you do", Her eyes went to Kane and the bastard nodded alongside her, his smile turning into a mischievous grin. "She's in denial", he spurted and I glared at the traitor. "You both are making a situation where there's none. I don't like Jacob. He's a callous, self-centered arrogant dick who thinks he can get away with anything just because he has a to die for face and he's the King of Vampires". Sacha barked out a laugh, her voice cackling as she fell back on Kane's bed.

the video ended. Apollo stood from his seat, infuriated. The fire burning within me would put hell to shame. "It seems to me that this family has forgotten who I am. I've been too nice, too quiet. A storm is coming, everyone. I think it's time to show them who has the power... WHY I AM THE MAFIA KING!" Everyone smiled, ready for the gates of hell to open. "Let's get my Queen back." Alaric popped his knuckles. "Now you're talking."

“A… aaah…” The sound it made was eerily similar to the crying sound she had just made. Her heart skipped. When she hugged her knees, it hugged it's knees…when she cried, it cried. The chimp watched her face carefully, its expression almost thoughtful. Yiyi’s breathing became uneven again, but this time not from fear. Something else began forming in her mind. A dangerous idea. The apocalypse had changed everything. The strong survived, and the weak died. And right now… the strongest thing in this room was not her but this monster.

"Hi there! I was honestly just out for a casual walk and took a wrong turn. Do you guys believe me?" Liam's expression remained carved in stone. "Cut the crap. Give me the truth." "Fine, no more games," Willow dropped the bubbly act instantly, her features settling into an unbothered, flat mask. "I came here to scavenge weapons. The apocalypse has officially arrived, and a lone girl like me needs proper means of self-defense." "The apocalypse?" Liam murmured, his eyes narrowing. "How about we make a mutually beneficial trade?" Willow ignored his hostile glare.

Curiosity pulled at the same place it had pulled when I watched him from the scrub behind my property. The larger part of me held still. I did not know his name. I did not know his intentions. Parallel preparation was not the same as safe alliance. In the early years of the collapse, some of the most dangerous people had been the ones who looked ready. Readiness without ethics was just predation with better logistics. I had watched polite, competent men turn into something else when the food ran low and the weak became inventory. “Not today,” I said under my breath. “Observe. Document. Leave.”

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Once they were gone, I quickly called my family to warn them about the upcoming rising temperature and to get ready for it, and I sorted out my finances at the same time. The summertime boot camp, which was held in college, had ended by then, and most of the students had gone home. As my hometown was quite a distance, I decided to stay back at college until the semester started. Howard had stayed behind as well, as the college needed someone to manage students who were staying back. Howard was just a random outsider the college hired for the camp, and he turned out to be my nightmare. Even though Howard was not a professional instructor, he was tall and muscular. Going head-to-head with him

Father Matthias vomited. The woman beneath the mountain looked deeply unsettled for the first time. Even Alaric had gone still. Because suddenly the Hollow King looked less like a tragic prisoner— And more like the apocalypse the gods feared. The remaining Throne above Blackwood shrieked across the sky. Its skeletal wings spread wider while golden symbols ignited violently across its body again. Preparing another purge. The tallest god looked genuinely alarmed now. “Destroy the mountain immediately.” The Hollow King smiled. Too many teeth visible in the darkness now.