The Doomsday Conspiracy Novels & Stories

Claus concluded. "You are correct." Sergio added. The Beast has a way of knowing everything planned with El Patrio. It is hard not to be believe that he has been bugged." "What now?" Mia asked. "Are we going to keep been on the run? I think this baby needs medical attention" "It is almost over, Mia. Everything ends today." Carol assured. "Claus," Carol continued. "Can you hack all street television in Connecticut? I want that video of the beast killing a politician on every screen on the streets of Connecticut."

“The men that molested you for five years. All of Dante’s closest associates and friends. Matteo tracked them down and brought them here to Italy. They should be arriving soon.” Her face paled and her breathing quickened. “No. Those men belong to the underworld. They belong to the same mafia circle as Riccardo. I do not want any more trouble. I am okay now. I just want peace for us and Renzo. Please do not drag us back into that disaster.”

The one that starts at my face and works outward and has never once been only about the baby even when we were both pretending it was. "Coffee," he says. Decaf, already made. I take it. "Rosamund?" I ask. "Not yet," he says. "Forty minutes." I look at the counter. The news alert from last night has become twelve news alerts. The story picked up overnight. Human media running with "supernatural conspiracy" in the way human media runs with things that are strange enough to generate clicks without being specific enough to require verification. Our names are not in it yet.

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT It was 7 : 43am. Dom was in the therapy room doing the gentle morning routine David had mapped out for the two-week protocol and she was at the counter with coffee and her phone when the notification came through. GREGORY HALE, PATRIARCH OF HALE GROUP, ARRESTED IN CONNECTION WITH HIGHWAY CONSPIRACY INVESTIGATION. She read it twice. She set the phone face down on the counter, picked up her coffee and drank from it. She tried to steady her shaky fingers as she tried to digest it and map up a way to break the news to Dom.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Evelyn smiled. "The first successful human host." Alex's face darkened. "Host for what?" The lights turned red. The black veins on the walls began pulsing faster. Evelyn's voice was almost excited. "For the organism beneath the earth." Sharon's blood ran cold. "The thing beneath the resort?" "Yes." "Why does it need a host?" "Because it wants to wake up." Alex stepped closer. "And what happens when it does?" Evelyn paused. Then she answered. "The world ends."

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

Tyr propped up his chin with his hand and wondered aloud, “So, this Temple actually turns out to be a decent organization?” “I have no idea. The Temple was likely constructed here to suppress the countless Doom Zombies that were present underground, but there is also a chance that they exploited these Doom Zombies for their own interests.” This theory made more sense and was more realistic because Marshal Ubel and Jabez had both taken away numerous zombie armies from this area, and the army was created by the Temple overnight. The best explanation for this was that the Temple didn’t create these zombies on the spot, but summoned the Doom Zombies that were initially buried under the Temple.

Lines of code shifted, then opened into a single video file. The footage was shaky, dimly lit—recorded on a handheld device. Dom’s face appeared, unshaven, eyes darting off-camera. Dom (voice trembling): “If you’re seeing this, I’ve run out of time. There’s a network. Bigger than anything we’ve ever seen. They’re not rebuilding the world—they’re controlling the collapse. Politicians, executives, black-market coders… all linked. They call themselves The Consortium.” The sound cut in and out. Static filled the room.

"EVAN GRAYSON WAS ONE SMALL PIECE OF THEIR OPERATION," The Balance explained, and I realized with growing horror just how deep this conspiracy ran. "RICHARD WAS ANOTHER. BUT THE CONSILIENCE IS THE TRUE ENEMY, THE REAL IMBALANCE THAT THREATENS NOT JUST YOUR WORLD BUT THE VERY CONCEPT OF RESURRECTION ACROSS ALL REALITIES." "You want us to destroy them," Damian said, his voice steady despite the enormity of what we were seeing. "The entire global operation."