Miraculous Cataclysm Novels & Stories

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

Her body exploded, throwing me off and releasing the magic her body contained. I heard the others scream as her dead body lay on the floor. They ran, their wings buzzing in the air. I directed three of my men to pursue them and kill them while I protected her. I wasn't going to trust her safety to anybody. Fifteen minutes passed before they returned. They could not find them because they had disappeared into thin air. I quickly instructed them to search the whole place. Mira was standing at a corner looking tired and lost. My men gathered twenty men and two female wolves from their prisons.

I giggle. “Ah yes, another man with many rugs draped over his body masquerading as clothing. I fear that we may all die of a fashion emergency instead of another drought or war.” I smile and try to hold in my snorts, as the carriage enters a foggy forest, and Dante continues to mock every noble from the Wailing Coast to the Soundless Seas. “Lady Dyteria gave birth again,” I say, trying my hardest to be modest. One must be modest, after all, to set an example for the future lords and ladies I shall preside over.

"However, a prophecy was spoken by one of the dark witches, speaking of the birth of a celestial wolf from a priestess and an Alpha, who is destined to be Magnus' downfall. Many believed it foretold the birth of Celeste's pup which fuelled his anger once again." "On the night of the Autumn Equinox, before the celebration of Mabon, Magnus, his harem, and a number of his most trusted rogues in his army, invaded Autumn Moon Pack's territory, the very territory of Alpha Blake Davis. Survivors of that pack narrated the death of Alpha Blake and High Priestess Celeste by the hands of Magnus after which a great flood and earthquake swallowed the territory leaving behind a wall of thorns and its land

In a series of harrowing tests, we were pushed to our limits, our skills and resolve honed to perfection. And then, in a moment of revelation, the veil was lifted, and the truth of the prophecy was unveiled. We learned that the cataclysm was not simply a force of destruction, but rather a transformation—an opportunity for humanity to shed its old skin and emerge anew. With this newfound understanding, we embraced our roles as catalysts of change, harnessing the ancient power within us to guide the world towards a future of harmony and enlightenment. The cataclysm became a catalyst for growth, breaking down barriers and allowing humanity to unite in the face of adversity.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

"The one Marcus's journal mentioned. Die and both worlds collapse." "Yes. Mutual destruction." I pulled up another image, a diagram carved into the stone showing two circles overlapping, then shattering into fragments. "The prophecy describes it as 'the unraveling.' When the Cycle-born dies during the merger attempt, the energy Lycaon has gathered doesn't dissipate. It tears through both realities like a wildfire through dry grass. The human world and the supernatural world collapse into each other catastrophically. Imagine earthquakes that split continents, storms that drown nations, reality itself coming apart at the seams."

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

She whispered, her voice shaky. The ground trembled, and Alexa's face twisted. “What are you doing?” Mira didn't answer her. “Khaos de nekros ekdikos!” She repeated. “No…” Alexa stumbled back. It happened so fast. A crack tore through the sky. The air shimmered violently, and the battlefield fell into silence. Every shadow warrior froze. Alexa’s eyes widened as a dark spiral opened behind her, a glowing red vortex, swirling with demonic light. “No, no… NO!”

Then they started to move—not walking but gliding over the fractured ground, their forms rippling like disturbed water. “Fall back!” Kaelen barked. They retreated through the broken woods, the echoes following silently. Every tree mirrored their motion, branches bending unnaturally toward them. Mireya slashed through one with her blade; it shattered into shards of glass instead of wood. “Kaelen, what are they?” she demanded. “The mirror realm’s residue,” he said through clenched teeth. “Pieces of what shouldn’t exist.” “Pieces that can bleed?” she shot back.