Romance Apocalypse Books Novels & Stories

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Elder Luca explains, and a gasp is heard around the room. Hunter Demons? They have not been reported on this Earth plane in centuries. “What is the smell so that we can put our warriors on alert,” the high warlock of Saint Paul, Trinton, asks. “Yes, the smell is a mixture of burning flesh and Hawthorne tree,” Elder Romero of the vampires informs us.

"They weren't worth it because of him. So, Nora, what about me? Would I be worth it?" I choked on my drink. I hadn't expected him to be that direct. "We're in the middle of the apocalypse," I said. "Romance is the last thing either of us needs right now." He laughed, unbothered. "Personally, I think if you care about someone, the apocalypse doesn't change a thing." I shifted in my seat and looked away toward the window. When I turned back, I found myself looking straight at a very familiar face. My stomach lurched. It was Rhett, though a much worse-for-wear version of him.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

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."

"I don't think so." "That is a bad answer." "I don't know. I ran. I fell. My cousin—" His voice breaks. "My cousin got grabbed." Maya closes her eyes for half a second. There is always a cousin. A mother. A husband. A kid. A person just out of reach. The apocalypse does not arrive as an event. It arrives as a series of missing names. "Do you have weapons?" "No." "Lift your shirt. Slowly." Skinny ribs. Bruises. No bite marks.

"I just think she's a good girl, so I couldn't help saying a few words. As the saying goes, when flowers are in bloom, pick them while you can—don't wait until there are no flowers left and break a branch in vain." Ray said lazily, "Oh right, I forgot to mention—I've got one, two, three, four… over twenty flowers at home." Principal Rucker rolled his eyes and stood up. "Pretend I said nothing." Another three days passed. Checking the calendar, it was already October 1st. The apocalypse had begun on June 1st—exactly four months ago. Four months? Ray stared at the phone screen, momentarily dazed. Only four months? He had thought several years had passed. Yet, it had only been four months.

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

It only served to heighten my arousal, making me crave more of his brutal touch. Alejandro's hand slid down my body, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt. He pushed it aside, exposing my chest to the cool air of the room. His eyes roamed over my skin, taking in the scars and tattoos that marked my past. He traced them with his fingertips, each touch sending shivers down my spine. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "So fucking beautiful. You're mine to mark, mine to break."