Raphael: Mutant Apocalypse Novels & Stories

A crisp, glowing interface expanded before my eyes, invisible to everyone else in the room. [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] —Status: First Day of the Apocalypse Survived. —Reward: Foresight Ability Strengthened to level 3; Duration of foresight is now an entire day with no strain. —Data Upload Complete: Viral Mechanics & Mutation Timelines added to Memory Bank. —System Message: Good luck, Host. Before I could actually make out what the system was on about, a sudden surge of information instantly flooded my brain.

But now… “Raphael?” Her voice broke with alarm and wonder as his form shuddered. He fell to his knees in the water, golden light exploding from his skin. His breath came ragged, guttural, as bones cracked and muscles reshaped. The sound was raw, violent, but beneath it thrummed the undeniable rhythm of life being reborn. Then, with a primal snarl that shook the trees, the wolf emerged. Massive, black as midnight, fur shimmering faintly with streaks of gold where the sunlight touched him. His eyes—still molten, Raphael—locked on her with a power that stole her breath. He was magnificent. Terrifying. Perfect.

Raphael says, "What is true? Right about what?" "Yasmine? Would you like to tell him?" Zachariah looks down at me and I can't stop the wave of worry that goes through me, at not knowing if he would believe me, but how can we be equal partners in anything if I don't trust in him or in myself? I take a deep breath, "I asked Raph..." I look over at him and he smiles, "I asked Raph why everyone was treating me the way that they were, that just because I was a human, they didn't like me. He brought me here and showed me the painting of King Darius and Queen Mira with their first pup..."

The current Alpha King was imprisoned, his father was killed and his mother went mad. Packs were destroyed. As if that wasn't enough, the humans kidnapped pregnant she wolves with the intent of killing off all the offsprings. These poor unborn children were murdered brutally in their mothers' wombs and the ones that managed to survive were born with deformities. Some were blind, some crippled and some were born with damaged brains and so on. Fortunately although rather late as a lot of damage had been done, the supernatural committee which consisted of the heads of all supernaturals interceded in the Great War which was then ended.

Before the apocalypse, a police station should have been one of the safest places imaginable. But now? The police were gone, replaced by a man-eating mutated dog. Who wouldn't feel their hair stand on end? Ray didn't even look at Daniel. His face was set in a grim mask. That husky wasn't done with him. 'Perfect. I wasn't planning to let you go either,' Ray thought. But how was he supposed to deal with a mutated monster that possessed terrifying strength, extreme speed, and absurd self-healing?

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

code from his "Furious Youth." The Return of the "Apex Asset" The door groaned open, revealing a "Labyrinth" of "Recycled" habitats. This was the "Resistance Node"—a community of "Unindexed" scavengers and "System-Error" refugees who lived in the "Data-Voids" beneath New Geneva.

} Amanda's pulse quickened immediately. Amanda went completely still. The words struck harder than the warning about the movement. “Unreliable?” she whispered. “What does that mean?” {Previous projections should not be treated as certain.} She read it again carefully. She looked toward the fortress, where workers continued moving materials and equipment beneath the afternoon sky. Everything she had built depended on time. She had believed thirty days would be enough for everything. Now even the information that had guided her preparation was changing. Amanda pressed her palm against her stomach, feeling the weight of everything she had to protect. “Then I cannot trust the future anymore.”

I reached for it, my trembling hands grasping the fragile message that held the key to Aurelia's thoughts. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, I carefully unfolded the paper. Trembling, I held the paper in my hands, the weight of Aurelia's words sinking deep into my soul. As I read her plea to return to her pack, the realization of my own failings crashed over me like a tidal wave. How could I have been so blind to the pain I had caused her? Guilt and remorse gnawed at my conscience, their relentless grip refusing to let go.

He was able to get himself to the door and toss the dream version of me aside and my eyes widened as the door began to turn from an earthen brown colour to a fiery red like it was being heated from the inside. “Gavrael, Noooo!” The dream version of me yelled but he was already through the door. The scene changed and we were back on the surface, back at the pack. I was still floating, just watching everything unfold. Gavrael had changed to a monster that could only be a thing of nightmares, and he was destroying everything in sight. People were screaming, there was blood everywhere, pain, death. And I noticed that it wasn’t just shifters that were taking the brunt of it, humans too were getti