Magical Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

​She drove the beam straight into the floating disc of zinc beneath her feet. ​The miles-wide metallic plate exploded into ten thousand jagged shards, the concussive blast sending a shockwave through the seventieth tier that physically tore the three Cancellers into molten fragments of scrap metal. The weightless void was instantly filled with a blinding, white-hot eruption of ancient, un-indexed magic that had been bottled up since the first dawn of the continent, tearing through the abandoned territories like a localized super-nova. ​The seventieth layer didn't just fail; it underwent a total, cataclysmic system crash.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

"The apocalypse survival game begins now. From this point on, I'll be watching your every move. Everything you do will be visible to me. Everyone must follow the rules of the safe house. "The first rule is that everything in this safe house will be distributed on a set schedule in fixed amounts. No one is allowed to take anything on their own. Second, once the game starts, there's no stopping or backing out. Third—" Before I could finish speaking, a voice from below cut me off. "Screw you. Who do you think you are, giving us orders?" The speaker was one of Tristan's men. I nodded to the burly men beside me, who stood nearly seven feet tall, signaling for them to go down and teach him a lesso

The steel bracelet fell to the floor with a loud clang, no longer glowing. At least Alaric was safe. Then I spread both my arms wide. I opened my magical defenses completely. No protection. No shields. I welcomed the apocalypse with an open chest. I allowed all the deadly black energy from every corner of the room, from every corner of the city, to come crashing into me. The energy pierced my chest like millions of poisoned arrows, forcing its way directly into my heart. The pain surpassed the very definition of death itself. My body felt as though it were being melted inside boiling lava.

A small green dot floated around, similar to a snowflake. Yanlong's heart chilled. A cold shiver ran through her back. Apocalypse is here a whole eight hours early. How much could this butterfly change? one can only guess. Worse, she was trapped in a bathroom with shower running. She lost her consciousness even as she thought 'I have to sit down'. A thud sounded from the bathroom. The shower is still running. One green snowflake turned to two, two turned to four, soon, It is like a green snow storm out there. Only, not a single person is awake to witness it.

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

“I don’t any Nicolette, but your voice spoke to me while I slept all this time—if You give me the blood of valiant warriors, destruction and chaos, I will make you the most powerful man of all time.” She approaches the man covered only by a robe and looks him straight in the eye. “You can trust Apocalypse; my name means only one thing and that is what your heart craves.” Silver smiles in satisfaction and begins to laugh while his underlings still stare at the woman. “So be it, I’ve been waiting for nothing else for three millennia my dear Apocalypse, welcome to your realm of death—HAHAA!” Silver’s demonic smile echoed in the whole castle. Will the darkness swallow the light? Can fate ever ch

"Demons, raging from the depths of hell, mutants and Vampires rising, magic turning against it's host, powers at it's verge, Realms collapsing and realities wrapping turning to chaos." These said above are just a fingertip of all that John's action caused. More resulted from these are, Hades Plague, the uprise of death, the destruction of Eregdrix, the uprise of Marvava, the interval of fates and so much more. "All hope and faith of the supernatural, fall upon the shoulders of John Ozais. Like they say, with the Spark, comes life but what they were never told was... Before Life,...comes "Chaos And Apocalypse."