Quirk Doomsday Theory Novels & Stories

It means that she should be quiet. Carol nodded in agreement. "Mia's right. We should not be involved physically." "But they almost got us killed. We have lost most of our allies to that failed plan. They don't trust us anymore." Cody lamented. He continued to pace the room and it irritates Claus. "Calm your balls man," Claus said but it sounded more like an order. Angry, Cody came at Claus. "What did you say? Calm my balls. Do you know what this is? I just said this could cost the life of my sons. Does that sound like a joke to you?"

And I would do it again. “Like I said before, I only saved an innocent,” I said. “Is that now a crime among gods?” A low hum spread through the chamber, the sound of the Council’s displeasure. Pillars of flame rose in a perfect circle around me, and from them stepped the Elders—ten silhouettes carved from light. "Quick reminder Damian, you are a Blackthorn, Thorns don't save, Blackthorn is meant to kill. why then did you save?"

**<< Meaning they can be triggered? **<< Remotely… >>** Reynolds confirmed, wincing as he typed. **<< Or… on pre-set timer… Thorne’s protocols… >>** He pulled up another window – garbled text fragments. **<< …contingency ‘Scorched Earth’… activate upon command authority loss… >>** He looked up, eyes wide with fear. **<< If Thorne or Dominic… are compromised… sleepers activate… automatically… after… countdown? >>** The implication was horrifying. Dominic’s wounding and exposure might have already triggered a doomsday clock. They weren’t just hunting a monster; they were racing against an automated apocalypse targeting children, the elderly, and refugees.

Even after death, my biggest worry had been the coming zombie wave and the future of humanity. Sean looked at Savannah for a long time, his expression unreadable. At long last, he nodded in agreement. He understood how much this meant. I stayed and watched the entire testing process. I watched as Savannah lost her mind and became a monster. I watched as the scientists forced different drugs down her throat day after day. The zombie wave grew closer, and tension gripped the entire safe zone. And now, on this day, they were testing the very last compound. If this one failed, mankind would have to consider evacuating and searching for a new safe zone.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

I don’t want to think that Amelia might be dead by now but a part of me wants to be realistic. I am in a meeting with the elders in the command center now together with Keifer, Lucas, Fredrich, William and Leah, the rouge we caught last week. It was the elder’s idea to wait for the right time to have our attack but I can’t seem to gasp their reason for it. I want to get my mate now. And the words Leah told us is an enough proof that alpha Drake really had my mate. “The spies we deployed in the Full moon pack had never returned yet. A rouge’s word is never enough to risk our entire army of warriors and start a war Alpha Dimitri. How can you be so sure that she was not sent by Alpha Drake to m

Steve and Kyle looked excited, but Demitri and Becca were not really into killing their brain cells. "I don't know." Becca said, rubbing her arms in discomfort. "Please Becky? I want to have some fun memories with you before finals." Kendra begged. Becca thought about it, but was still uncertain. "You know, I read something that said like.. alcohol only kills the dumb brain cells." Kyle encouraged. Demitri put a hand on Becca's shoulder.

Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before. "Open the door! Open the door now! Those things are going to get us!" "La Signorina," Quinto's low, threatening voice was heard through the door. "You heard what happened to the other guy just now. If you don't open the door, you're going to die right after us!" They then stopped throwing themselves at the door and began targeting the door's weakest spot—the door lock. They kept attacking the door lock now as it was the most likely to break first, and their hammering only grew louder and louder with each strike. The lock visibly began wobbling.

A violent storm suddenly swept through the western side of the city. At both the hospital and the Cartwright Group headquarters, the electrical systems began malfunctioning over and over again. The wiring was brand new, yet the power would short-circuit out of the blue. Entire buildings would fall into darkness before the electricity was restored minutes later. Dean knew exactly what it meant. These were the signs of the world collapsing, and every time another abnormal event appeared, the System’s warning became more frantic. System: [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 15 hours, 12 minutes remaining.]

"Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home." 150 thousand dollars? The number blared in my head like an alarm. I turned toward the phone on the nightstand on autopilot. October 30th, 2064. 8:17 am. My stomach dropped. The date, the time, Leo's words, even the look on his face, were exactly the same as that day burned into my memory. October 30th, 2064, was the day before the zombie outbreak. It was also the day Leo used "remodeling our future home" as an excuse to bleed my savings dry.