Magical Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Something dangerous. Through our mate bonds, I felt Kane and Zane's horror as they realized what was happening. My sacrifice hadn't just saved Kane — it had triggered the very apocalypse we'd been trying to prevent. The other-me laughed, the sound like breaking glass. “Now you understand. The price of love. The cost of defying fate.” More memories crashed through me: The first curse bearer, trying to seal away the darkness… The Moon Goddess's chosen warriors falling one by one… The ancient seals being created with blood and soul magic…

The energy at the table grew somber at Ava's words. "I heard that a pack up North was completely burned to the ground," Margo said grimly, shaking her head. "They are even killing the pups." Horror filled my stomach at the thought. "I had no idea," I said softly. "I thought the burners were only targeting witches." "They are decimating any village rumored to have any type of magical power," Ava said, shaking her head sadly. My knuckles went white as I gripped my teacup with fury. Those sick b*stards! How could they do this to so many innocent people?

"An army of them has crossed the border. They don’t have body heat. They don’t have heartbeats. And they are slaughtering everything in their path." I stood up from the throne, the blood pact in my chest flaring with sudden icy dread. That surge of Luna magic hadn’t only saved the badlands. It had basically lit a cosmic fuse, an alarm clock for an ancient apocalyptic enemy that had been sleeping in the ice for thousands of years. "Prepare the Vanguard," I commanded, my silver eyes igniting as I looked at Kaelen, Caleb, and Jace. "The political games are over. We are going to war."

"I just think she's a good girl, so I couldn't help saying a few words. As the saying goes, when flowers are in bloom, pick them while you can—don't wait until there are no flowers left and break a branch in vain." Ray said lazily, "Oh right, I forgot to mention—I've got one, two, three, four… over twenty flowers at home." Principal Rucker rolled his eyes and stood up. "Pretend I said nothing." Another three days passed. Checking the calendar, it was already October 1st. The apocalypse had begun on June 1st—exactly four months ago. Four months? Ray stared at the phone screen, momentarily dazed. Only four months? He had thought several years had passed. Yet, it had only been four months.

"The temple also gave you a magic customer service voice. Maybe it has bugs." [Temple records do not have bugs.] I looked up. "You heard that?" The first argument in the new temple was about where people could pee. That was the moment the apocalypse became real to me. Not the dead. Not the system. Not my impossible brother's name burning on a divine tablet. It was Aunt Lan standing in the kitchen with a flashlight under her chin, declaring that if people wanted to survive in a holy place, they could start by not turning the courtyard into a sewer.

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.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

He wanted to ask if they knew any big zombie gathering places. Following that, Lucas walked into the Majestic Mountain Organization. At the moment he entered Majestic Mountain Organization, he had placed the Apocalyptic Legion in the System Space. Theobald, the leader of the Majestic Mountain Organization, was shocked. He quickly rubbed his eyes, feeling that he must have seen it wrong. However, no matter how he rubbed his eyes, the Apocalyptic Legion still disappeared on the spot. He found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

The air inside the central chamber of the obsidian fortress was thick with choked ash and the putrid stench of decaying void magic. Tendrils of pitch-black energy whipped violently from the grand altar, where the Cult leaders chanted their final, apocalyptic incantations. The barrier between worlds was tearing open, spiderwebbing the air with jagged, violet cracks. "It’s too late, mortal insects!" Grand Magus Malakar roared, his eyes entirely swallowed by black pools of void energy. "The ritual is near completion! The devouring dark will consume this wretched realm, and we shall rule over its ashes!"

“It ain't often we get pretty little mortals in here... one's with their hearts still beatin', I mean.” I glared at the brown foam. Damien cleared his throat. “So, Lord Dis, what'll you be needing?” Samael blew on his bottles rim, making it whistle. He smiled crookedly. “A Hesperidian apple elixir. Enough to last the month and inoculate a mortal to the point that our realm would be visible to the human eye..” Damien's eyes grew wide as saucers. “Hesperidian apples? This ain't Greece, Lord Dis. I don't have apple trees growin' in the back lot- only a few weeds and this stinking wino satyr that won't leave.”