Magical Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Emotional resistance generated unstable power strong enough to sustain the Heart endlessly. But genuine connection? Trust? Love without fear? The Heart didn’t understand it anymore. Kael looked upward uneasily. “I genuinely cannot believe the magical apocalypse is emotionally insecure.” The Queen unexpectedly answered him softly. “Everything becomes monstrous when fear controls it long enough.” Kael blinked. “That was disturbingly wise.” The elder suddenly charged again. This time the transformed creature moved with horrifying speed, corrupted silver-black claws tearing directly through the sanctuary corridor toward Aria and Ronan. “Separate them!”

She said wild eyed. I chuckled. “No,” I helped her get up. “Guys, look.” Sil pointed at the wall where the black hole first appeared. A ring formed in the wall, a crowded street was on the other side, as if it was some sort of wormhole or something. No one seemed to be paying us any attention. “The Ackbeth.” Luna said with a smile playing on her lips. The place looked like a normal market. Vendors here and there shouting out what they have. Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms.

I shout over the deafening roar of the cavern’s loud rumble. Azazel takes my hand and quickly ushers me out of the room, running out as the floor begins to give out beneath us. “The place must have been made with Marael and Sahara’s magic, and now that they’re gone, it’s falling apart. We need to get out of here before it falls down around us!”

Since pixilettes were in charge of the changing seasons as well as plant life there, she had her hands full. National news in the human realm, which continued to post the countdown to total darkness, was filled with reports of crazed animals and even more demented humans and supernaturals alike. Several church groups believed the world was in the midst of the apocalypse. I could see their point. It was my fault. Again. The plethora of Akuma and the pestilence were consequences of my wish. I saved Laeddin and pissed off the oldest and vilest vampire the world had ever known.

“Tell me why then. Why? Why should I be here?” “A year ago, our kingdom’s divine prophet had a prophecy. A big war will break out soon and Azlea’s barrier is getting weaker every year. Lord Vincentius was the one who built it. We had tried all the most powerful mages of this generation to rebuild it but no one could as it requires Lord Vincentius’ blood.” “So you need me for that? Fine. I’ll give you my blood. After that, let me leave.” “But that’s not as simple as that. You have to rebuild the barrier yourself. We believe only you can do it because you are Lord Vincentius’ descendant.”

He takes me into his arms, “Shhh it’s alright. Wanting to see the best in people is not a bad quality Noelle. It just means the world we live in now is wrong in so many ways. Besides, the fight is far from over yet.” He gives me a soft kiss on my forehead, and we go stand at the wall to look at what is going to happen. The darkness slowly clears, and we can see Hades opening up some kind of por-tal. I am assuming he could only open this portal with my powers. As the portal grows big-ger the grounds start to shake. 4 men on horses slowly appear through the portal and I know immediately it is pestilence, war, famine, and death. Hades has brought the apocalypse by opening a portal to the deepes

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

Pima said pleadingly grabbing her sisters hand, but her finger fell off and she quickly snatched her hand away in shock. Urrale looked at her hand as the finger began to form again. “I will find a way to stop the apocalypse from starting once I wake mother we will have twenty-fours, before the dead starts to rise. If I can reverse the spell and get mother and grandmother’s soul back into the Witches Meadow then we won’t trigger the beginning stages of the apocalypse.” Urrale said, as she opened the door to the tomb and walked into the resting place of her family. She walked into the room and saw the rows of family members and walked to where her mother rested. Urrale touched the casket of he

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

… Through Leo's and my persistent efforts in leading the team to search high and low within the former forests for clues, we finally managed to find the main source of the water contamination. A massive meteorite had fallen on Earth and was now sitting on the peak of a mountain, transmitting its destructive radiation down through the roots of the trees and contaminating all nearby water sources on Earth. The apocalypse had happened because of this meteorite. Octoria, one of the major countries, had launched missiles at it, intending to shatter the meteorite before it entered the Earth's stratosphere. However, they hadn't known then that the meteorite would turn out to be so hard and dense.