The Rapture Novels & Stories

“No, you don’t. They want to come now, because later they won’t be able to. Judgement Day is near.” “Ah. With the Antichrist and Armageddon . . . ” Louis nodded gravely. He was a believer. “That’s why I dropped out from that school. It’s full of sinners. I left part of my soul behind in that half space, Jon. I have to atone and get it back before the Rapture, when all good Christians are called to Heaven before the final battle between Jesus and the Devil. My parents agree.” “I’ve never heard that before.”

If we could see the future, we would have prevented it and found a way to avert such occurrence from happening. But that’s why we’re not God who sees the present, past and future. The occurrence made me realize that anything can happen and no matter how tough you might be, you won’t be able to avert it from happening since it was destined to be, it will surely happen without any obstruction coming in between. I know you’re eager to know what happened but wait, I needed to explain some things about life to you. Well, here is what happened—All the lights suddenly went off in the corridors and everywhere became dark as if rapture was about to take place, I had always heard about rapture by Chri

My mind recoiled in horror as I grappled with the implications of this newfound reality. I rushed to the bathroom, my heart racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. I had heard Raphael mention the Risen before, and snippets of conversations during my captivity had given me a glimpse into their existence. My compilation, a catalog of supernatural creatures, also had an entry on the Risen, but I had never thought I'd become one.

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.

"Help!" As the whirling gust engulfed me, lifting my body off the ground so that I hung airborne, dangling upside down and fighting to keep my grip on the railing. Images of the sacred stone projected into my mind. Flashes of the same vision of a destroyed earth pained my head as everything withered into a nothingness of dark red soil and brown mist. What does this mean? What's happening to my world? "Raina.” An echoing voice ripped through my head. "Come to us, Raina."

And Elthara, caught in its center, collapsed with a silent scream. The Spiral was not fire anymore. It was raw motion—untamed, relentless, eternal. It screamed through her veins like a storm without sky, dragging centuries of unspoken truths behind it. Her body convulsed on the altar as visions flashed beneath her lids: cities drowned in ash, gods wailing with stitched mouths, Kael reaching for her through blood and flame. Her hands clawed at the stone, trying to anchor herself to something—anything—but even time refused to hold her.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

“A runner just came in from the western scouts, Caleb isn’t waiting for the full moon.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. “What?” “He’s moving the Seer tonight. He’s taking her to the Grove early. The ritual… it’s happening in three days, not seven.” My world seemed to tilt. Three days. Rafe had bought me time with his sacrifice, and Caleb had just snatched most of it away. “Why?” “The Purge” Zayne said, the word dropping like a stone. “Cain has officially announced it. It’s in four days’ time, public execution of traitors, Caleb wants his big spectacle with the Goddess before that.”

“Not out of malice. But fear.” Torin screamed. “I would never—” “Silence,” Raul commanded. The moonlight surged. “You will be given a choice,” Raul said. “Redemption… or ruin. And this time, the Goddess will not look away.” The vision snapped. We were back in the council chamber. Torches burned steadily again. Stone was stone. Breath was breath. But nothing was the same. Elder Torin collapsed into his chair, shaking. Elder Karl stared at me as if seeing not a girl, but a fate.