King Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

On the ninety-first day of the apocalypse, her husband shoved her out of the lift and told her she was too fat to save. Her best friend stepped on her fingers. Tamsin Orrey died begging. Then she woke up thirty days before the end of the world, with a system in her head, a divorce to file, and twenty million dollars everyone wanted. This time, she will not carry anyone. She will train. She will hoard. She will bond the dead and make them hers. And when the people who left her come crawling to her walls, she'll tell them exactly how much room there is.

What he saw made his expression darken. An elderly man who had previously needed a walking stick had turned into a zombie. He was chasing his housekeeper, who was desperately trying to escape, and soon caught up with her, sinking his teeth into her. Nearby, several other people were already fighting for their lives. The apocalypse had truly begun. Breakfast was simple: eggs on toast and milk. After eating, Liam settled onto the sofa and scrolled through his phone while speaking almost absentmindedly.

When Camila’s husband sells her to King Miller to save himself, she thinks betrayal is the worst thing she will ever face. Until she discovers a power she never knew she possessed—and a past she cannot remember. The king claims he knew her father, but his fiancée believes Camila died years ago. So why is a dead woman standing before them? As the world falls to the infected, Camila must uncover the truth about her identity before her forgotten past destroys everything she loves. Because the apocalypse has begun, but Camila’s real nightmare is only just beginning.

[Please specify the query. "The countdown. Thirty days to twenty-six. What did I do?" The blue panel brightened, and for the first time since it had woken up, the voice sounded almost patient. [The Apocalypse is a chain of events. The Host has altered several of them. Disrupting a fraud, relocating funds, and mass-purchasing supplies have changed the behavior of connected individuals. These changes have caused the first event to move forward.] "That's insane. I bought rice, not a bomb."

“I saw a woman standing among the ruins of a shelter beneath a Black Moon. Infected wolves surrounded her. Her hands were covered in blood, and she held a sword.” I couldn’t breathe. “She turned toward me,” Kael continued. “I remember her eyes.” His gaze locked onto mine. “They were yours.” “That isn’t possible.” “The vision was recorded years before we met.” I gripped the edge of the table. “Do you think I caused the apocalypse?” “I don’t know what I think.” His voice lowered. “But there’s something else I haven’t told you.” I forced myself to meet his eyes. “In the vision, I was standing opposite you. I held a bloodied sword, and you looked at me as though you’d just killed someone you lov

As 3iAtlas ignores all warnings and begins its descent into Earth's atmosphere, the entire human race realizes that an alien invasion is truly underway. Having anticipated this, I'm just about to take my girlfriend, Helena Cohen, to an official government shelter when her childhood friend, Damien Farley, intervenes. "Lena! The aliens are here! There won't be any fortifications that can hold against them!" he exclaims. "Listen to me! Let's go hide at the nearest Costgo instead. It's a membership-only place. The aliens don't have memberships, so they can't get in. It's the safest place on Earth!" I spit out the milk I was drinking, and to my horror, Helena nods in all seriousness. "Dam h

The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people! The boy's hair is very long, and it is obvious that it has not been cut for a long time. She pulls back the boy's hair and finds that his face is very beautiful and handsome, with a thin nose, thin lips, and somewhat thick eyebrows. Even with his eyes closed, he exudes a strong sense of heroism. From this perspective, the proportions of his facial features are very perfect and superior. Charlotte recalled his beautiful eyes like stars. With this

And I find myself trapped in a breathtaking, yet perilous, reality. I turn back to my mate. Noah Silverton. The King. If only I had been wise enough to ask him for his full name before. I would've known who he was in an instant. And I would have. . . ran. He will kill me. Mates can not hurt each other but, surely, he will have to kill me. Mate or not, he is what he is. A King. A ruthless one at that. It makes me terrified of the man I am supposed to love and cherish.

“I’m so sorry.” I stared at him, heart thundering. I didn’t want an apology. I needed the truth. “Who are you?” I asked, barely audible. He looked up at me, soaked hair clinging to his face. “I’m Azrik,” he said. “The Lycan King.” I froze. Wait… what? The Lycan King was dead. The entire capital, Velgrath, was mourning. His sons, his bloodline gone. That’s what every headline said, that’s what every elder believed.

“What do you mean, Samael?” He rose to lean against the bar. “I mean,” he said slowly, “that nothing in Heaven's powers and those vested in the gods can stop this. Humanity's prophecies are coming true. The Kali Yuga, the Third Great Shaking, the Apocalypse, but not in the manner you imagine. John Lennon's song is precisely right. You are witnessing the end of an age.” He walked over to the jukebox and keyed up a song: