Supernatural The Rapture Novels & Stories

The reinforced steel gate opened slowly. Years of dust and weather groaned through its heavy hinges as sunlight spilled across the concrete courtyard beyond. No one lowered their weapons immediately. Neither side trusted easily anymore. That was what almost three years of the apocalypse had taught everyone. Natasha remained where she was, her heartbeat had finally begun to settle, but her thoughts had not. The image of the Night Hunter being thrown backward replayed over and over inside her mind. It's not as if she touched or fired at it. She hadn't even raised her hand, yet something inside her responded.

I'm fighting for them. My hybrid nature explodes outward with renewed fury. I channel everything Elara taught me, merging wolf and vampire into a unified force. My claws extend further, sharper, and I drive them into Pete's arm. He drops me, screaming. I don't give him time to recover. I attack with everything I have, tearing through his defenses, painting the stone floor with his blood. But even as Pete falls, the demon at the altar laughs. "Too late! The ritual completes!" The symbols on the floor ignite with hellfire. The children scream as energy begins flowing from their cages toward the altar. A rift opens in the air above the stone, darkness bleeding through from somewhere beyond real

And my family was right in their path. I closed my eyes and reached out with everything I had, trying to find Darragh through our connection. All I found was pain and fear and the distant sound of something roaring. "Please," I begged the goddess. "Please don't let me be too late again." The sun beat down on my back, unnaturally hot for a morning in early fall. The Solar Zenith was building toward its peak, and with every passing second, the supernatural world grew more unstable. I opened my eyes and looked at Ronan. He was standing a few feet away, there was a wrapped bundle still in his hands. The gun that would end everything.

he rasped, collapsing to his knees. Before Ethan could respond, the ground beneath them began to crack. A deep, guttural roar echoed through the forest, louder and more terrifying than anything they’d heard before. Sasha clung to Ethan, her entire body trembling. “What now?” Kael lifted his head, his gaze locking onto hers. “Now, we pray the nexus finds us worthy.” The earth split open, a blinding light erupting from the fissure. The force knocked them backward, and Sasha’s scream was lost in the deafening roar. As the light consumed them, a single thought echoed in her mind: This is the end.

"This thing is destined to be mine!" Rupert's eyes were blazing, staring at Severin like a hungry wolf with green eyes. After saying that, he held the spiritual treasure in his hand, and with a swish sound, his body shot through the air towards Severin. Boundless demonic energy gathered around Rupert like a tide, wrapping his body tightly. The fluctuations in the cultivation level of the second-grade supreme paragon shook the heavens and the earth, like a demon crawling out of hell!

Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernatural community in this city could handle. “The Council has fucking nothing to do with this! And I don't want to have to go pick up your body - if you still have one!" Then everything suddenly fell silent, the magic dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. Balan wearily scratched his shiny blond hair, the red in his pupils softening to the familiar chocolate color: "Eden, I'm so worried!"

The Infinity Tapestry materialized before them, shimmering with the wisdom of ages. As Evelyn reached out to touch the tapestry, she felt a surge of energy course through her. Visions danced before her eyes, revealing the infinite possibilities that awaited a world united. She saw supernaturals and humans working side by side, transcending their limitations and achieving unimaginable feats of harmony and progress. The tapestry held the promise of a future where the boundaries between the supernatural and the mundane dissolved, where the potential of each individual could be fully realized.

The air crackled with an otherworldly tension as the supernatural forces converged, bringing about a momentous event that transcended the boundaries of the known. As the child stood in the center of the birthing sanctuary, an ethereal glow surrounded them. The prophecy's fulfillment manifested in a breathtaking display of supernatural energy, radiating outward and creating an intricate dance of light and shadow. It was a spectacle that held the werewolves and vampires alike in awe, as they witnessed the culmination of ancient predictions. However, with the fulfillment of the prophecy came an unexpected aftermath. The consequences of such cosmic convergence began to ripple through the superna

He jumped into the sky and landed on the star pillar that was still unscathed. James’ whole body radiated with colorful light rays, and electrical currents surrounded him. Similarly, the Yuraceon Genesis Bell glowed brightly as it accepted the baptism of the dense gray lightning. The 36 powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation surrounded him and cast various Supernatural Natural Powers to resist the lightning from spreading out. Those rescued to a safe distance watched silently with their jaws dropped. Everyone wondered whether the sight before them was a Heavenly Tribulation or a baptism. It looked nothing like a tribulation but was somehow much stronger.

And still, Emily was not with them. Kiran stared at the glowing barrier, jaw tight. “Hold on, Emily. I’m coming.” As if on cue, a shockwave pulsed through the sky, and the red clouds began to swirl violently. Lena’s scream echoed across the battlefield. The ritual had begun. Kiran and Lucien stood before the assembled supernatural armies, shoulders squared against the rising darkness. But as the first trumpet of chaos sounded, the sky turned red, and the rift above the altar tore open like a wound in the world.