Ultimate Apocalypse Novels & Stories

POV DARLENE The global resonance didn't create a utopia; it created a Biological Tsunami. As the violet-silver signal of the Moon-Apex stabilized across the continents, the world woke up to a reality that was no longer "Optimized." The West's perfect, silent cities were suddenly filled with the scent of wet fur, raw adrenaline, and the terrifyingly beautiful sound of a billion creatures realizing they were no longer "Assets."

A low electronic tone pulsed suddenly through her skull. LUS INITIALIZATION COMPLETE. Evelyn jerked upright violently. Damian swore. “Okay, seriously.” A translucent blue screen flickered across her vision. LOGISTIC UTILIZATION SYSTEM ONLINE. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: MAXIMIZE HOST SURVIVAL PROBABILITY. CURRENT SURVIVAL RATE:3.7% Evelyn’s stomach dropped. Three point seven percent. “That’s comforting,” she muttered under her breath. Damian blinked. “What?” The screen shifted again. FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE.

Her impatient hands reached for his soft hair, running her sleek fingers along his hair as she deepened the kiss, entangling their tongues in a slow and sensual dance. His blue orbs commuted into red and vicious orbs, and her silvery grey eyes glowed like the moon. Drowning in the heat of the moment, darkness suddenly overwhelmed her as her glowing eyes dimmed as they slowly turned scarlet and brutish. She was gradually succumbing into viciousness. 'No, Riri! You must fight it! Don't let the darkness overwhelm you!' Liam thought with agitation barreling up his spine. Once he succeeded in making her evil, there would be no one left to stop the destruction of the world. And Lucifer would final

Friends or foe. He won't be able to distinguish. He will be just a killing machine. A beast. The one which is called. "The God of death." And today it seems, this will be all. If he can't win. He won't let anyone win. There will be no bloodhounds, no werewolves, no hunters after this. It will be the end of their world. And it's impossible to stop him now. And that's when they feel the ground they stand on shaking. The trees uprooting.

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

"You must think I'm a bad person but I'm finally getting better, I'm seeing a therapist, I take my pills regularly, my company is growing and I'm married. I can't have my past ruining mistakes for me." "Two days Javier, in two days it makes it three years Louisa died, the only woman that could love you for the monster you truly are." I stood up looking down at my pathetic brother. "At the end of the day Ace, we are both monsters." He smirked, I want to say it's not true but it is. "Look, give me a month and I'll handle Zach." I won't let any of my friends die, not anymore. "2 weeks max." My brother smirked at me, he's not getting better, he's not. I'm afraid he's worse. ~~~

With the way he sounded so sure, I was curious, he didn’t even know me “And what could that be?” “I was hoping you’d ask” he said clapping his hand and a servant came in with a case “This is one of most prized possession, it is called ‘Zenith’ this drug can cause cancer at a heartbeat reversing every single healthy criteria a person so worked hard to keep” I was really intrugied “I know Zenith” Richard uttered “Isn’t this one of the double axes secret weapon? It was supposed to be developed as a hard drug, beating all euphoria known to man”

Hunter growled lowly. "He's so f*cking strong. All of you guys are against him, the king, and all the other packs, and yet Alonso is alive, successfully hiding and planning a massacre. That man is inhuman. He won't stop until he gets what he wants and his ambition is f*cking crazy." Lennox stated the obvious. It was true that the werewolf race had never come across such a strong threat that they still couldn't eliminate. Even after losing a strong pack like Draken's. Alonso still stood strong prowling towards his goal. It was f*cking intimidating.

Right now, those three greedy fools were sitting in an empty house, stewing in the humiliation of being outplayed by the woman they had written off completely. Five hundred thousand dollars, gone. Four bare walls, and nothing but regret to keep them company. But this was only the BEGINNING. When the apocalypse came and it was coming ...they would finally learn what REAL despair felt like. And she would be watching. Safe behind walls they would never find, her daughters at her side, as every single monster who had ever hurt them was swallowed, one by one, by the world they had never seen coming. The real revenge had only just begun.