Soul Engine Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Pablo opened the first page and began: "For long now the day marked for the birth of the demon child has been awaited. The child will be born by whichever couple that has sex on the of Halloween. Humans think this is a day to celebrate and give candy to kids dressing in costumes. That is not the case. For this is the day that a great feast of souls is happening in the underworld. The day that destruction will come upon the face of the earth. He will rule beside his father, the devil himself, Lucifer. He will take pleasure in watching mankind suffer and feed on their souls. This is a prophecy that can never be changed. But I the maker of this journal, have found a way to avoid the prophecy fo

We do not have time to indulge ourselves in our sexual needs. Tempted to give in, with want burning me from the inside out, but I can’t. I need to find it before all ends, before I can cause more despair in this world. I have already unleashed some of it into the world, for I am Apocalypse.

My heart starts racing, and panic crawls up my throat. No, I think desperately. Not again. Then I hear it. Mate. The voice is soft but firm, echoing inside my head. I freeze, my fingers curling into the bedsheets. “That’s not possible,” I whisper hoarsely. But the voice doesn’t disappear. I have always been here. The room fades. Suddenly, I’m no longer in the hospital. I’m standing under a silver sky, the ground glowing faintly beneath my feet. The air feels alive—thick with power, ancient and wild. I turn slowly, my heart pounding.

she declared. The orb shot forward, piercing into Danial’s chest. His body convulsed as the divine energy invaded his core. It wasn’t painful — it was suffocating. His own energy screamed in rejection, colliding violently with Astrape’s divine power. Just when it felt like his soul would be torn apart, a familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind: “Forceful Soul Contract detected… Taking defensive measures.” A pulse of dark-gold light erupted from within Danial’s body. The divine energy shattered like glass.

“Ugh. You are all giving me a headache!” “Love…” I replied. "Is that how love works?" "Kill Vlad and reincarnate him as soon as possible, duh!" Via was already annoyed. “But, my brother will still be reincarnated as a vampire or human, right? So, it’s still forbidden. Must be the reason why she’s still fighting for their love because she doesn’t want to lose him forever,” I added. “To begin with, we reincarnate souls ...” Azrael flicked his finger and just like that we stood near a church. I recognized the church in our town and it was burning with fire. Is this my vision? Is this real?

If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family. If she met a dashing hero, she would kill him in his sleep and eat his crystal to gain his powers. Which sane person will suffer the apocalypse all the way through ? once in her life is more than enough. She is amazed at the tenacity of these heroes Every time she read these novels. It must be said at this point, Yanlong is a hypocrite. She stole and learnt all lower level blueprints for the after apocalypse technology. Why can she steal? She’s a low level clerk, who is bound to the building she is in.

The black sands of the new island were hot beneath Elena’s boots, a reminder that the world below was still raw and bleeding. She stood at the center of the sisters, the "Pentad" now a circle of war. "They’re coming for the 'Reclamation' app," Mina’s voice finally broke through the static, sounding clearer than it had in weeks. She was hacking through a relay in a submerged Northwood bunker in the Azores. "Elena, that app isn't just a tool. It’s a P2P Soul-Network. Every person who woke up from the Seventh’s green light is now a node. You’re not just leading an army; you’re leading a collective consciousness that is currently experiencing a massive 'Withdrawal' from Silas’s order."

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

With a roar that shattered the remaining windows on the block, he launched them straight up into the toxic, burning rain. They flew against the falling debris, a streak of chaotic silver-gold energy ascending into the apocalypse. Caleb punched directly through the shattered, glowing green hull of the inverted pyramid, landing heavily in the central server sanctum. The room was a massive, cavernous sphere of shifting, corrupted data-lines. Gravity was failing, causing massive chunks of obsidian glass and server racks to float aimlessly. And in the center of the chaos, the surviving Synthetic Gods were desperately trying to save their core.

My fate was sealed—and they would make sure I never forgot it. So much so, that when a moan escaped my lips, Pavel resumed his movements, sending another shockwave into my soaked core. The force of it knocked the breath out of me. Alexei didn’t hesitate, following suit and filling me at the same time. My body tensed, caught between two storms—one fierce, the other lethally controlled. They moved in sync, an inhuman rhythm that dragged me past the brink of sanity as they took me, touching every inch of my exposed skin.