Pony Apocalypse Mga Nobela at Kwento

I shouted into the phone. “I’m sorry,” he apologized repeatedly. “Put Zoe on the phone!” I snapped. “I can’t put her on the phone right now. She’s undergoing a CAT scan and an MRI.” “Oh, my God...oh, my God. I knew she shouldn’t have gone anywhere with you unaccompanied! You'd better hope that nothing serious happened to her.” I hung the phone up on him, not wanting to hear any more of his apologies. Onyx was reserved for the most experienced riders, and Michael was aware of that. Even if she had riding experience, I would’ve picked a more docile horse like Diamond.

"Don't let the ash touch you!" But Cian wasn't listening. He was staring at the grey flakes falling from the sky. One landed on his hand, and he let out a sharp cry. "Mama! I... I forgot the name of the pony!" he whispered, his eyes wide with a sudden, hollow terror. "The shaggy one from the North! What was its name?" My heart stopped. The fire wasn't just burning paper; it was erasing the memories from the minds of everyone nearby. "Mina, get back!" I screamed.

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.”