Novelas y relatos de X-men: Apocalypse

In her past life, Evelyn was betrayed, bled dry, and left to freeze by her own family and unfaithful fiancé when the global catastrophic freeze struck. But instead of dying in the snow, she wakes up 90 days before Day Zero—armed with her memories, a clear timeline of the apocalypse, and an spatial vault system to hoard critical resources. ​While the rest of the world squanders its final peaceful summer, Evelyn liquidated every asset, cut ties with her toxic family, and built an impenetrable underground fortress. She isn't just preparing to survive the coming collapse; she is laying out precision traps for everyone who destroyed her in her past life. ​When her former fiancé attempts to clai

He chose his mistress over me. Thirty days later, the world ended. In my first life, I gave Victor Lang everything—my love, my youth, my inheritance, and every ounce of strength I had. When the apocalypse came, he promised me a place inside Aurora Deep, the ultimate underground shelter. I believed him. I was wrong. On the night the world froze, Victor pulled his mistress through the bunker doors and left me outside to die in the snow. Then I woke up. Thirty days before the apocalypse. This time, I don't beg Victor to love me. I file for divorce, reclaim my inheritance, liquidate everything that will soon become worthless, and buy a remote mountain resort to turn into my

Then the apocalypse prevails. Sharon glanced at the child. “And if I accept?” Alex stepped closer. “You are the apocalypse.” The sky went black and a man appeared.Then the sky grew dark and a man walked out. The ground began shaking. The boy's irises turned completely white.The boy's eyes turned white. Then, the system came into the world for the first time, in this strange world. FINAL CHOICE UNLOCKED SAVE THE WORLD OR SAVE YOUR SON Sharon looked at the two choices. Then another message, a third, appeared.

Raising her hands, she instantly conjured thick clouds of white smoke, sending them sweeping over to engulf Kevin, Evan Olson, and the others. Our squad reacted with lightning speed. Exchanging a quick glance, we immediately pulled up our face masks and held our breath. Evan and Kevin instantly stepped forward, shielding me, Elara, and Nancy Sullivan behind them while staring vigilantly at Lance and Yara. Seeing their actions, Lance couldn’t help but sneer, his eyes filled with contempt. It was nothing but a wasted effort—unless they could hold their breath forever! In this apocalypse, women were just meant to lie back, spread their legs, and wait for men to play with them. So what if they w

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.

Without waiting for his reaction—and not daring to look at how dark his face had become—she spun on her heel and retreated upstairs, slamming her bedroom door shut. She leaned against the wood, her heart racing. If Xavier was a real man, his rage wouldn't be directed at her; it would be directed at Dr. Julian Lang. But Xavier wasn't an ordinary man—he was a "Demon" who didn't play by the rules of human emotion. You couldn't manipulate him unless he allowed himself to be moved. Outside, Xavier stared at the closed door, his hawk-like eyes narrowing into lethal slits. After a long, tense silence, he pulled out his black smartphone and made a single, low-voiced call.

Nothing concrete. “They’re calling it ‘Apex’,” she said, the name sounding sinister in the quiet room. “Pushes werewolves beyond their natural limits. Strength, speed, aggression. But the side effects are… messy. If you overdose, your body can’t handle the surge. It tears itself apart. That’s what I saw last night. I think the mule was sampling his own product.” This was big.. dangerously big. “That’s a hell of an accusation, Allison. What makes you so sure Derek’s behind it?”

But as we retreated, the Lycan spoke in a deep, resonant voice that stopped us in our tracks. "Let go of her now," he commanded. The voice was familiar, and a wave of relief washed over me even before he stepped from the shadows. Xavier. Seeing him unharmed brought an overwhelming sense of relief. However, without any hesitation, Xavier charged at Martin. In a desperate move to protect me, Martin yanked me behind him and rushed to meet Xavier head-on, even before I could speak. I don't know what gave Martin the courage or the guts to think he could defeat a Lycan Alpha. The collision was thunderous. With a fierce swipe, Xavier sent Martin flying through the air like a rag doll. Martin's body

Preserved the nightmare. Monroe stood beside it, bloodied but still smiling. "You can't stop it. Even if you kill me. The next wave is already maturing. In five years, they'll be indistinguishable from humans. Smarter. Stronger. Loyal." "Then we'll burn it to the ground," Aurora said. We set the charges. Xavier planted the explosives while Monroe screamed threats, promises, prayers—everything a dying god might say to preserve his church. And then we left him there.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.