Raphael: Mutant Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

I asked Lilith as she stood in front of me. I wasn't sure why I was so mad at Della but it had to do with the fact that she trusted those fucking mutt Rogues. Maybe my father was right. They were all just the same in the end. Della chose to go with them and understand them. I supposed that my anger was directed more at my past. When Hailey died, she didn't just die. She was brought forward by other members of the pack as being traitorous when a few of our werewolves were being targeted by the Rogues.

“Food. Weapons. Who gets to stay.” There it was. The real apocalypse. Not infected. Resources. Evelyn felt cold recognition settle into her chest. In her last life, survivor groups had fractured faster than cities did. People wanted rules until those rules no longer benefited them. Then came factions. Power struggles. Fear dressed up as leadership. “How long before somebody gets thrown out?” Rowan asked. Caleb met his eyes directly this time. “Depends on how useful they are.” Honest answer. Evelyn trusted honest answers more than comforting ones now.

But even teamwork couldn't overcome these odds forever. A massive golden wolf appeared in front of us, easily twice the size of any normal wolf. His eyes were amber, cold and calculating. Raphael. He shifted to human form, standing naked and unashamed, a cruel smile on his face. "Hello, old friend," he said to Lucian. "Lovely night for a massacre, don't you think?"

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

"And you think we can? I got kicked out of the RAF because I kept seeing 'hallucinations' of the sky burning. I'm a headcase, sweetheart. Not a savior." Harper didn't blink. She walked right up to Elias, invading his personal space. Her gaze was so intense it felt like a physical pressure against his skull. "You didn't hallucinate, Captain Vance. Your brain possesses a micro-genetic mutation. You were sensing the psychic ripples of the Architect prisons waking up across the globe. All of you possess this mutation. You are what we call Resonants." She turned, gesturing toward the far end of the hangar. The heavy blast doors of the Forge slowly slid open.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

And something about that tiny breath made me look up, "I forgot." Vincenzo stared at Raphael and Raphael stared back. I nearly dropped my fork because Raphael Capone forgetting something was like the sun forgetting to rise. Dante looked between them, then pointed at Raphael, "Wait. You forgot?" Raphael's jaw tightened. Dante looked genuinely fascinated, "You?" Nobody answered him. Dante slowly looked around the table, "Oh my fucking God. The apocalypse is finally happening." Across from him, Adriano slapped the table, "I knew it."