Nyan Cat Apocalypse Novels & Stories

When they were about to exit the alley, the guard who had full, pale lips and big, brown, round eyes spoke. “There are three of those creatures -” “Tyronimics, that's what they're called.” “Those tyr - tyronimics. There are three of them. I saw them with their monstrous heads before I came into the chamber to warn you all, and I saw them again, also, when we all ran in here. This is Armageddon, the apocalypse! The world is coming to an end.” With that, he went on his knees in a dramatic way - the centre of attention.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

The entire time we walk in silence but I know Dante has something on his mind. He absentmindedly touches his lips, licking them, grinds his teeth together, and keeps looking back. I pull him to a stop, and I want to know, what is he doing? “Something smells wonderful,” he whispered. I remember the monster in the forest. I tell Dante a half-life and a truth. I found a monster with delicious honey, I ate him, and now he is gone. Not dead, but gone, and that is all he needs to know, that is all he will ever know about how I survived the Danger of Daylight.

The blinking red light of the analog satellite phone completely suffocated the quiet warmth of the nursery. Ten billion dollars of legitimate civilian wealth, deleted every sixty seconds. Lucian's massive, heavily corded frame went completely rigid. The apocalyptic King had just ripped his family from the jaws of gravity and fire. His fractured ribs screamed with every breath, and his heavily scarred face was smeared with his own blood. But the sheer, devastating reality that the war was not over, that Julian Cross had left a phantom ghost worm to consume the entire American economy from beyond the grave re-ignited the feral, demonic wrath in his pitch black eyes.

She stumbled a little as I pushed her through the door, and a photograph slipped out of her pocket and fell to the floor. I picked it up. It was a signed photo, and something about the face tugged at my memory. Before the apocalypse, Anna had been a singer. She brightened immediately. "Do you want me to sign one for you too? Rhett used to come to all my shows back then." I frowned and turned the photo over. On the back was a picture of Anna and Rhett together. A date was printed in the corner. March 21, 2060. The world tilted. That was the day the apocalypse hit, the day we fled, and the day Ophelia fell into the fissure and never came back up.

"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.

Frost climbed the walls, turning the gothic arches into frozen, jagged spears. "Cattleya," Rusty breathed, his voice barely audible over the slowing rumble of the machine. "You”re not killing the error. You”re becoming the apocalypse." She turned to look at him, her face a mask of frost and silver, her eyes two voids of absolute, chilling clarity. "The apocalypse is just the final cycle, Rusty," she whispered, as the last gear ground to a final, permanent halt. "And I am the one who writes the ending."

Host Eva has demonstrated absolute control over her territory, eliminated all internal threats, and established a dominant hierarchy over local survivors. The text blinked twice, the blue light turning into a warm, golden color that made the skin on my arms feel hot and alive. [System Announcement: Volume 1 Complete. Host Eva has established a solid foothold in the apocalypse. Preparing to unlock Volume 2 Global Map Expansion in twenty-four hours. Sleep well, Host.]

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

' Jake's heart jumped in scare at this thought. Was this the part where hunter Logan pretends to have set him free only to hunt him down in the end? " Quick advice though..." Amidst his racing thoughts, Jake heard hunter Logan say. He couldn't help but move his gaze to look at the hunter. " Leave this city. We're hunting down all werewolves tonight..." The hunter said, leaving Jake staring with a widened gaze in disbelief. The latter's lips trembled and his teeth clattered in fear. It really was the apocalypse!