Nimrod Vs Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Tonight is somewhat peaceful. Mammon, Belphegor, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus. They’re five out of seven princes of apocalypse that have already shown themselves. With some effort, and perhaps a miracle, they didn’t destroy parts of the world like they did before. The thought alone gives me hope that there might be a chance for the future. Unfortunately, when I think about the remaining demons, my heart sinks. There’s still the fourth and first prince. The first prince is going to be a problem, no doubt, and despite having Mammon and Leviathan, the fourth prince also brings me worry.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

He could remember clearly that he locked it from inside when Layla stepped out so he was shocked to see that Elder Obada had gotten in. “You don’t need to spend all your days looking miserable because the apocalypse is coming,” Elder Obada shrugged. “Whatever happens, it would come. It would consume us all whether we like it or not. So why waste your time thinking about it when you can get the best out of your life now.” Xavier frowned. “I thought you said all I needed to do was to get Alpha Ferran to kneel before me? Why do you now sound like the apocalypse is inevitable.” “Oh yes of course it is,” Elder Obada laughed. “Do you know what an apocalypse means, Xavier?”

"How could you cut off the part of yourself that loved them so dearly, yet you still missed them inside that you suffered alone in the nothingness? How stupid of you." The lake started to warp, and the cosmos began to crash down. Both of them looked up to the darkness of the higher part of heaven and knew what was coming. After today, a new god would be chosen to replace them. The rumbling of drums and trumpets of apocalypse came alongside the myriad of gods that would go and try to claim this godless world. The sound deafened them. Both Andrius' and Orcenal's legs started to get swallowed by the nebula. From now on, they would become dust, wandering in the galaxy.

but they are not like mine. “Apocalypse, this is where you belong.” Hearing, I turn my head and notice that I am in the arms of the man who appeared to me in my dream. The hood doesn’t allow me to see his face, but the yellow light of his eyes is clearly visible. His chest is trained, and his arms could strangle me with a simple squeeze. “I already told you and your friend, that I am not this Apocalypse, my name is Nicolette!” “That is what you are in that world, but here you are the most powerful weapon of destruction...and You are destined to live by my side, to build an Empire in the world of light.” He continued.

awoken. It was decided that war with The New World Order was inevitable. It could be avoided no longer. Nikodem was certain that, with Morena aiding him, he could be ready with a weapon deterrent within a fortnight. He would test it out on the small search parties until he was certain it was what we needed. In the meantime, I was to prepare my kingdoms for war. Nikodem stressed the necessity that all supernaturals unite in this cause. After seeing the results of such a blending first-hand, I gave him no argument.

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

"Oh, no, we don't need threats, blackmail is a horrible way to deal, bribery is much better." "And how do you plan to convince me?" "You'll like it, you already know that the Twilight of the Gods is coming, right? Lust has fully awakened, making us the last. Do you understand what that means?" A new silence settled. In this darkness, Midgard's eyes closed and her lips trembled. "... When?" "In less than a year, in a few months, the first wave will hit. This is the time that remains before the rifts lead the apocalypse into this world. This is the time that you have left to take our body, Before..."

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”