Riftan Calypse Novels & Stories

I noticed Cain had his pants on backwards, but chose not to say anything as they were baggy linen type things, so it wasn’t like anyone would notice unless they were studying his ass like I was. Allira had been rescued and since made her home here, afraid to go back to work in the human world. She was a trauma survivor, after being raped and beaten by the Nephilim in order to bear their children. She had been rescued during an attack on that nest by Shamshiel’s people. She had found happiness here, helping both the human and Nephilim women during pregnancy and childbirth, as well as helping them care for the babies. She also had a partner, who was just leaving as we approached. He smiled and

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

“Joanne said words before she— before she went. Not English. Later, at the cove last night… we found the same words carved into untouched sand. No footprints. No drag marks. Just this.” He reached into his jacket, pulled his phone, fumbled the gallery open. The screen washed his face pale-blue in the tiny dark. He pressed it to the mesh so Frank could see: a crisp photo of the scrawl, a close-up of the letters, the crude RIP above it like a child’s tombstone drawing. “Read it,” Gabe said. “Out loud.” Frank angled closer. “Sulcatum, Rudmalian… Speculum Sacculus Repdetrious.”

Nothing could stop it now. Riftan lowered his gaze to the crumbling rogue. Cold, resolute. He planted his foot on Filip’s chest and said: "Where has your confidence gone to, Dimitri? It’s a shame you yammer so much and fall so easily. You do realize—my body can kill you, yes?" "You... you cheater..." Filip gasped. "Y-You cursed lycan..." "Goodbye, Filip." Riftan slammed his foot down. There was a crunch, a scream.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

“You will be cursed and you won’t get the powers you desire. If you can’t get the powers, you can’t leave the cave.” Eva’s face turned pale. She didn’t know what she would do if she is trapped in this cave for eternity. “What if I give the answer but I am not honest?” “Still you will be cursed.” “Damn! Telling my honest opinion seems to be my best bet…” “Yes, Eva. Take your time to contemplate. Once you have answered you can’t change it. So, think about it deeply before answering…” *** The cyclops had usurped all the Golden Shifters in the clearing by now. The number of Human beings that were flying into the vortex of the cyclops was increasing factorially two…four… eight… sixty-four…