Post Apocalyptic Mage Novels & Stories

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

He bent forward instinctively, practically bowing, his face plastered with flattery. Before the apocalypse, he had been Jace's lackey. After the apocalypse, nothing had changed. He didn't even need to practice—servility had long since become second nature. Jace had decent looks and stood about five foot nine. His hair was neatly combed, not a single strand out of place—something exceedingly rare in the post-apocalyptic world. His whole appearance gave off a clean, tidy air, unlike most people, who looked as though they hadn't bathed in weeks.

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.”

Rozi said, surprised and befuddled to see the mage. It was the mage who had shattered Dragonking's soul after the latter was killed. And after all these years, the mage was still alive. "Hahaha!" The mage's laughter sounded inhuman. It was more of a sound a vengeful spirit or a beast would make. When Adrian heard the mage’s voice, he said, "There’s something wrong here. He's not a living person. In fact, he’s probably not human at all." He gripped Dragonbane tightly.

It is not only taking their magic, it’s taking all of me as well. Maelor’s eyes narrow as his mages stagger, their strength unravelling before they can summon another spell. But I’m unravelling too. My body is failing, my life bleeding away with every second that passes. Then, the trees explode into motion and I gulp down a grateful breath as I watch Arlo, Soren, and our warriors descend upon the mages, tearing through flesh and bone. There are screams, the wet sound of claws rending through bodies. The cabal's power flickers and dies, their spells collapsing like brittle leaves. I try to stay upright, but my strength is gone. I drop to my knees, my limbs trembling, my vision blurring at the

" I expected him to be elated but he was rather bitter. "Despite this victory, we were looked down upon, when it came to the battle with the Mage kingdom." I began to tremble when he reached this part. "The Mages are the ones with great supernatural powers therefore, nobody thought we could defeat them. Not even my best warriors. It was a shock to the underworld when the Mage King fell and his Kingdom was defeated." I wanted to scream to make him stop talking but my mouth wouldn't open. Fear had reverberated it.

"My lady, you still have a lot to learn." And for the better part of the day, the lessons were stopped as the mage brought Germaine up to speed about how the Mages were backing Rage who had been chosen to become the leader of all the various realms. He also told her how the Mages had forcefully taken different creatures from their various realms using forbidden magic and put them into an incubation state, strengthening them and force-feeding them into becoming killers that would only do the bidding of Rage. "Rage has the greatest wizard backing him, one whose name is whispered to children to get them

The berserker demon is a black charred mass and the mage is on the floor, howling in pain. “Heh, I overestimated”, I say as I walk towards the mage curled up in a ball, nursing his wound. I’ll ask you again, answer and I’ll let you go with at least one limb. Who sent you?” He turns around and tries a last ditch effort to attack. “Blood Demon Magic: Death’s Grasp” . A black mist covers both of us. “ I’m taking you with me, mage!”. I sigh, and snap my fingers, “Sowilo” A miniature star the size of a soccer ball forms , burning the mist away, and the mage too. The dimension starts fading away, as I walk to go buy what I wanted before.