Soul Engine Apocalypse Novels & Stories

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

The darkness didn't care about the Sovereign’s majesty; it only cared about the order the Sovereign represented. "You see me now," the Sovereign projected, its voice a booming, fractured echo that shook the atmosphere. The darkness didn't respond with words. It simply moved. A segment of the void, a shape that was less of a creature and more of a geometric impossibility, curved toward the Sovereign’s fortified core. The Sovereign reacted instantly. It unleashed a weapon it had saved for the final day of the universe—the *Total Collapse Engine*. It fired a beam of pure, concentrated space-time, a force capable of birthing a new big bang.

It began to show Millions of other Marbles, each one pulsing with the light of a different "Pack." Elara is in the "Real World," but she’s just discovered that her battle was only one "Instance" in a multi-billion-dollar industry of "Soul-Harvesting." And the "Mother" is the CEO.

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.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

“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.

He withdrew an emergency activation key, his voice like an oath: “Seraphim! Phase Two, engage.” The screens flared. A gigantic holy circle appeared over Valenfort’s sky, slowly rotating like the eye of God preparing to open and unleash a blood apocalypse.

She had feigned death, escaped the wreckage, and now, years later, she was about to be bound to him in a way that defied both logic and fate. Selene’s stomach churned. The Soul-Oath was known to bind two souls so tightly that they shared pain, emotions, and even memories. She had never thought she would be forced to undergo it, and certainly not with the very man she had condemned to his suffering. But now, it seemed the inevitable had arrived. Her eyes locked with Kael’s from across the room, and for the briefest moment, something stirred within her. A flicker of recognition? No, that was impossible. He hadn’t remembered her, not yet. And it would be better that way.

Sophia replied, her voice clipped, a sharp blade in the dark. As Zero slammed the Enter key, Sophia felt the red mole at the corner of her eye ignite as if pierced by a red-hot iron. A torrent of chaotic, freezing code flooded her mind, a digital blizzard of memories and malice. It was the "Shadow"—the spectral grudge from her past life, weaponized by the algorithm—making its final, desperate struggle to overwrite her soul before the connection severed.

"It’s using a 'Singularity Engine.' It’s feeding on the collapse to power its own weapons." A beam of black light erupted from the ribcage-ship, hitting our golden sphere. The Triplets gasped, their connection sagging. "I’ve got them!" I shouted, lunging forward and placing my hands on their shoulders. I didn't just give them my energy. I gave them the "Holy Fire." I gave them the memory of the first sunrise in the Spire, the feeling of the mud between my toes, and the taste of the rain. I gave them the soul of the planet.