Raphael: Mutant Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Then mutated golden retrievers, German shepherds, and Rottweilers. They poured onto the rooftop from every direction like a black tide. None of them came for me. They rushed right past me and lunged straight at the zombies. Tearing. Ripping. Slaughtering. Under the fangs of those mutated dogs, the zombies didn’t stand a chance. Rotting flesh flew everywhere. In just a few minutes, the rooftop was completely cleared. The dogs parted, opening a path down the middle. Duke stood there, right in the center, then turned back to look at me.

But all three had the same hollow, glowing eyes. The same twisted hunger. The same word rattling from their broken throats: “…Lena…” Lena staggered back. Her breath trapped in her chest. “No… no, please… not again…” Rhea moved in front of her instantly, drawing a curved blade from her hip. “Stay behind me. Move and they’ll smell your fear.” Lena’s voice cracked. “What are these things?!” Rhea kept her eyes locked on the mutants. “They’re Phase Zero failures.

“You think Raphael won’t retaliate? He’ll kill every man, every ally, burn everything we’ve built, until all that’s left is ash.” “I didn’t even know he had a daughter. Why eould you drag her into this,” Matteo growled, dragging his palm down his face. “He already was going to,” I said again. My voice sharpened now, cutting. “Open your eyes. Raphael doesn’t care about rules. He doesn’t care about boundaries. He cares about power. And I’ve just proven he can bleed.” Matteo’s fist slammed into the wall, the crack echoing through the safehouse.

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

Both Angoori and Hector made sounds at the back of their throat when their bodies hit the ground hard. Valerie turned to see what happened, but when her eyes landed on a dark figure who looked so dark that he is surrounded by some kind of black fog-like thing. It's difficult to make out anything. But her heart began to pound violently. She knows without a doubt that the man who is pinning down Hector and Angoori is none other than Raphael. "Raphael?" "Raphael " "Boss" Valerie, Hector, and Angoori spoke at once. But Raphael looked at them blankly. He couldn't recollect who they are. His mind is filled with unexplainable rage and anger. The urge to kill anyone and everyone is so strong, that h

The betrayal cut deep into Ronan’s past. Ryan started pacing slowly around Ara’s chair, his boots clicking on the polished floor. He stopped right beside her, leaned down close enough that she could smell his familiar cologne. His fingers brushed her cheek gently before he whispered against her ear. “Did you really think you could outrun me, babe? I’m always one step ahead. I know the timeline. I know the script.” Ara jerked her face away, eyes burning with hatred. “What do you even want from this, Ryan? If the apocalypse starts, everything burns. The world ends. What’s the point?”

Regular people could come and go as they pleased, but metahumans only had a one-way ticket into this place, and neither could they touch the food. This formation could not be broken unless someone knew how it was exactly made or destroyed their own Ability. Maybe some sort of expert in mystic arts made this to give regular people a chance at survival. It was fortunate I dabbled in Esoteric Divination before the apocalypse hit, or I'd have fallen into the trap as well. Now that the trap was remade, I made my way toward another base. It was called Dawnlight, a place run by Joshua's nemesis, Shawn Week.

into their DNA. "Darlene, the floor... it’s reading as Biological Insolvency!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a terrifying, arterial red. My son was kneeling at the edge of the teeth, his hands moving through the frozen blood as if he were trying to stop a global hemorrhage. "The Apex Protocol is a Retroactive Predation! If the First Pack 'Consumes' you, the 'Sovereignty' is deleted as a Failed Mutation and the cycle Resets to the Zero-Hour Anarchy!". The Apex-Alpha lunged, and the floor of teeth beneath us began to Lacerate.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv