Raphael: Mutant Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“You can’t run from this! From me!” I keep running, but the forest is no longer familiar. It's like the trees have moved, shifted their positions to trap me. No paths. No light. The world becomes a maze of dark leaves and clawed branches. My foot catches on a root, and I go down hard, crashing onto the damp earth. Pain explodes in my elbow. I scramble to get up, but before I can, A hand grabs my ankle. “No!” I scream, kicking wildly. Raphael’s face appears above me, feral and breathless. His pupils are blown wide, his hair wild. He doesn’t even look like the man I knew.

Raphael swung his hand down but before he could get to my face, one of the identical men grabbed him and pulled him away. I used the opening to crawl backwards. The sight infront of me was shatteringly terrifying, like the monsters that needs to stay hidden under the bed. His wolf was taking over. But this was not just any wolf. It's a feral alpha wolf. I watched as Raphael pushed the man away, basically flinging him across the room. As soon as the man was off of him, Raphael launched himself at me. I let out a scream and lifted my right arm for cover. But once again, he wasn't able to reach me as the other identical man grabbed ahold of him.

*Rurac* "Pack members of the Blue Moon," I began, my voice steady but filled with emotion. "Today, we stand united against the darkness that threatens our pack. The rogue werewolves, we have all been affected by these rogues that have threatened each one of our lives and properties. I am saddened to say that the leader of this group of rebellious wolves is none other than Azrael, once a friend, brother, and trusted ally, who has betrayed us, taking Alyssa, my mate from our midst. But we will not falter, for our cooperation with each other and loyalty will guide our steps into victory."A chorus of growls and affirmations echoed in response, a symphony of determination.

Thank you. AUTHOR: - V:) MAIN CHARACTERS: - 1) Aurora Ogre- Age- 22. A university student. Amber eyes, beautiful like a goddess with long silky brown hair. Kind and sympathetic. Hates violence. 2) Zeus Harper- Age- 25. Leader of the clan and an alpha. Ruthless, tall strutcture and tan skin with a man bun, and has superiority complex. Loves violence and seeing blood. Death makes him happy.

“Grab a witch or one of the humans and make a run for it I guess.” “You want to dive into that mess?” “I didn’t come all this way to go back to the camp empty-handed. Eventually, the mutants will catch up with us and by then we need to know how to kill them.” “Ripping their heads off seems to do the job just fine.” “That only worked because we caught Petal off-guard and she was alone. They may be deformed, but they’re not stupid.” Zael sighed. “I can only carry one of you at a time.”

)] [Fuel: Infinite] [External Weapons: None] ... [Talent Triggered! Drawing Lv.2 Gold Mod...] 'Finally,' Jake thought. He held his breath as a golden wheel spun wildly before his eyes. This was his greatest advantage in this apocalypse. One gold mod per level. The wheel slowed to a stop. A card radiating brilliant golden light materialized in the air. [Mod Name: Indestructible] [Quality: Golden Legendary] [Type: Rule-Class] [Effect: Can be applied to any non-living component. The target's physical structure will be permanently fixed—immune to all forms of wear, aging, and destruction.]

“Help me…” Ivy’s fingers curled slightly at her side. But she didn’t stop. She couldn't hence she drove off. The flu wasn’t supposed to appear this early but here it was. And in her past life… There had only been five days between the outbreak of the flu... And the beginning of the apocalypse. Five days. "I hope I still have my twelve days remaining?" Ivy raised an eyebrow. {The timeline in this world is different, Host. That is why you must act faster.}

A soft blue light scanned his retina immediately. Access granted. The enormous doors slid open silently. Natasha slowly walked inside, and stopped again. The interior was even more unbelievable. Scientists moved between glowing workstations while holographic systems projected data across transparent screens. Advanced medical equipment lined entire sections of the facility. Pharmacists worked carefully behind sealed laboratory glass while researchers analyzed biological samples inside secured chambers. Natasha turned slowly, stunned beyond words. “This place survived the apocalypse?” she asked quietly. Aaron walked beside her calmly. “No.” His eyes moved across the facility proudly. “We built

Raphael POV I left the room, my head hung in shame, my heart heavy with emotions I can't fully name. I walked through the hallway, patients lurking through the corridors, scanning for doctors. Each one of them had the symptoms of the plague—dark pupils and burnt skin. Their last days were near, yet the cure was just across the room, sedated to keep her scent at bay. I had managed to keep the secret of my mate's power hidden for now, until Ragal came into her life. Now these sick ones knew what she could do.

Violet, who’d been flipping through the Book of the Damned at the edge of the bed, snapped the pages shut. “You’re not leading him anywhere,” she said fiercely. “Whatever link you have with him—we’ll break it.” But the fear she hid behind her voice betrayed her. Because they all knew the truth: AURA marked Rhea. Not with claws. Not with teeth. But with presence. With consciousness. With something older than magic. Kael forced himself to his feet. His limbs trembled—the wolf-bane leaving his system far too slowly—but he steadied himself on the bedpost.