Novel & Cerita Rise Of Apocalypse

Birth or apocalypse. Maybe both.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

"Born with these gifts, not infected with them. These Ascended are thieves, stealing power that doesn't belong to them. We must strike first or be destroyed." The second movement was somehow worse. The Ascension Church, founded by a charismatic pastor named John Redfield, claimed the transformation was divine intervention. The Rapture. God elevates humanity to its rightful place above all other creatures. "We have been chosen," Redfield preached to thousands of Ascended followers. "God has given us these gifts so that we may rule the Earth as was always intended. The age of monsters is over. The age of mankind begins now." Both movements were gaining followers by the hour. I stood in my comm

“But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?” I shake my head. “Of course, I didn’t order the sodding apocalypse, you wanker. Why would I do such a stupid thing when my own son and my mate live on earth? That would be illogical.” Mathias places his hands on his hips, “I think we’re blowing this out of proportion. This is probably just a coincidence.” Azazel snorts. “It could bloody well have been if it wasn’t for the fact that this happened in places that have never experienced earthquakes or

"The Shadow Faction welcomes the apex to the old orders." "There's one more thing you need to know," Kieran says. He's looking at Adrian with something close to awe. "Your roar three hours ago? It wasn't just announcing you to paranormals. It was triggering something else. Something dormant in paranormal DNA. Your roar activated latent apocalypse conditions." "What does that mean?" I ask. "It means," Kieran says, "that paranormals are starting to believe the old prophecies again. It means creatures that were supposed to be myths are waking up. It means the world isn't ready for what's coming."

The colony had evolved into something terrifying: ten thousand Ascended enhanced far beyond normal human limits. Their leader, Apex—Helix’s great-granddaughter—met them at the gates. “We know why you are here,” she said calmly. “You want the cure.” “You admit responsibility?” Apex smiled faintly. “Hypothetically, if such a cure existed, why would we share it?” “Because this is genocide,” one delegate snapped. “Cultural genocide,” Apex corrected. “We are removing outdated ideas. Equality. Unity. Diversity. Those ideals weaken civilization. Soon your people will forget them, and we will teach them something stronger.”

But small fractures were how kingdoms fell: quietly, then all at once. Now, alone again, Apollo replayed what he had seen. Adelaide’s fire surged bright and fast under pressure, red-gold and volatile, as expected from a mortal flame newly unchained. That part didn’t surprise him. It threatened to overwhelm her, yes, but that was the nature of power waking too quickly. Newborn suns didn’t know how to dim themselves.

I said, and Melena raised an eyebrow. "Of course, he would, he has a god living in him," she said, and I shook my head. "No, Melena, he has an aura of a god that has ascended. Apophis is evil, so he did not ascend," I said, and they were surprised. "There is more to Alex than we know" I said and linked Abel. It didn't take long for the depressed wolf god to appear in my bedroom. He looked down on his luck, but I chose not to mention it so I do not get him uncomfortable.

A voice that seemed to echo through the bones of the world, deeper than the mountains, darker than night: “Blood Heir… the world will burn. And you… will fall first.” The shockwave hit, throwing me backward. Rocks and debris tumbled around me. My silver light flared violently, my wolf howling. Theodore surged forward, golden aura blazing, holding me steady. I realized with bone-chilling certainty… This was no longer a battle. This was apocalypse. Energy from the ancient force surged directly toward us. The silver light around me flickered violently. My wolf snarled. Theodore’s golden aura blazed, but even together, we could barely stand.