The Doomsday Conspiracy Novels & Stories

He's watching too. "Somebody's been watching us both," he said, quieter now. "Which means whatever's happening at that facility tomorrow, it isn't a coincidence that she wants us there to see it." [TIME UNTIL EVENT: 6 DAYS.] The words dropped into my head flat and cold, right on schedule. For once they didn't feel like a countdown to the apocalypse. They felt like a countdown to something a lot closer than that.

The date haunted Elena. She stared at the blueprint spread across her desk long after midnight. The hidden underground facility. The handwritten notes. The coded markings. And most importantly... The date. A date that should not have existed. A date connected to a transaction scheduled months before Factory Seven's official explosion. Months before her father's death. Months before everything was supposed to happen. Yet according to Thomas Reed's hidden documents... The conspiracy had already begun moving. Earlier than before. Faster than before.

Thing is, if the beacon was activated, then Item 13 was ready for use somewhere in the world at that moment, but without Olympus pinpointing it in time to react and stop it, they could be looking at a very catastrophic ending to the whole mission. But wait a second, something suddenly occurred to her. "Director, could this be a sabotage?" she asked. "What?" He made a confused face. "I mean, could it be that the group knows about the Doomsday beacon and they're using it to delay Olympus while they carry out their real plan?" Dennis thought for a second, and then he closed his eyes as he sighed. "It can't be," he groaned. "What are you talking about?" Arthur stepped into the conversation, look

“What’s with that thing that you can slap my hands for that—” “This is a dangerous one. So don’t touch it.” “Is this related to something that could kill my life?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His eyes widened as he looked upon his watch flickering in a red colored light. “I gotta go.” “W-Wait! I still have many questions—” “Save those for later. I’ll pick you up after school.” “Hey! Wait! I will skip sch—” And again he just disappeared in a speed of light without me seeing him. I don’t know what’s happening to Doom but it’s really concerning me. Plus the fact that I still have many questions about him.

"Please, just listen. This is going to be very hard to hear. You are going to have many questions. Please just wait until I am done. Ok? I don't have all the answers. All I can tell you is what I have seen, and no more because I don't know any more.Everybody in the room just looked at me and nodded their head. "Ok. Everybody on Earth, lives are going to change for the worse; Feb.15.2023, before lunch time. To stay more local, I'll start this way though, Fermi Nuclear power station, in Monroe, Michigan. Is going to get bombed. Which is going to start the critical melt down that will happen before lunch on Feb.15.2023. A lot of people are going to die. I wish that was the end of it though. Thi

They’ve come to hear the sounds of people’s screams. The brothers run to the window, looking down at the change in nature. The ocean in the distance is crashing with such unreal waves that all the canoes have been swallowed by its rage. And the sky is suddenly being covered by dark clouds, casting shadows of darkness. The ominous feeling is one that can’t be shaken, even by these powerful wolves. Their eyes are widening at the imbalance. “What’s happening, Chester?” “My Lord, it’s a curse.” Kade snaps his eyes toward Chester. “The crops are suddenly dead. The water has dried. All foods have rotten. It’s Doomsday.” He finishes with an alarm in his tone.

Just like Red Sleeve was hoodwinked as the Alchemy Corpse Sect was hoodwinked, they were all pawns being laid! In this world, there is no such thing as a deity that dominates all living beings, and there is no such thing as the Heavenly Dao that dominates all living beings! There is only the order of heaven and earth, and some people are trying to break this order! All of this is a big time and space conspiracy! And this conspiracy is brewing quietly, tens of thousands of years without anyone noticing ......

"They will insist on playing loud music and games during the height of the zombie outbreak! And they won't stop even when you tell them to!" "They're also going to eat up all of your rations and then eat your pets too!" "Don't you ever open that door! It's your last line of defense against them!" The knocking on the other side of the door continued, and my vision somehow felt like it had just been attacked by a virus with how the live comments kept popping up non-stop. Yet, all of them warned me not to open the door at all costs. I carefully withdrew my hand, feeling my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

I was lost in time, preoccupied with what I had discovered recently. Doom’s face turned sour. He had risen from lying and asked me to do the same. “Be honest with me, I noticed you’re not yourself for the past three days. What’s the problem?” I smiled at him, touched his concerned face. “I am okay,” “It seems to me you aren’t,” said Doom. “Why did you suddenly ask about reclassification and rebirthing?” I sighed. I believed I could trust Doom about it. I told him everything about my involvement with Val and our recent encounter.

**<< Meaning they can be triggered? **<< Remotely… >>** Reynolds confirmed, wincing as he typed. **<< Or… on pre-set timer… Thorne’s protocols… >>** He pulled up another window – garbled text fragments. **<< …contingency ‘Scorched Earth’… activate upon command authority loss… >>** He looked up, eyes wide with fear. **<< If Thorne or Dominic… are compromised… sleepers activate… automatically… after… countdown? >>** The implication was horrifying. Dominic’s wounding and exposure might have already triggered a doomsday clock. They weren’t just hunting a monster; they were racing against an automated apocalypse targeting children, the elderly, and refugees.