Novelas y relatos de X-men: Apocalypse

So why did her return suddenly make me feel as though something was being taken away from me? I finished bathing and changed into a simple dress before stepping out of my room. I had barely taken a few steps when I heard voices coming from Cairos’s study. I recognized his voice immediately. Then I heard that woman voice, I slowed down. I didn’t intend to listen, but something about the seriousness in her voice made me stop. “I went after the apocalypse,” She said quietly. “I tried to reach you, Cairos, but there was no way to communicate with anyone. Everything had collapsed, and I didn’t know where you were.”

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Men like Xavier speak in load-bearing sentences without ever checking what they're holding up. I turn in the chair and look up at him and let my face do the thing it's so good at doing. I give a soft, grateful, a little breathless face of a woman hearing exactly the words she's always wanted and I say it back. And God help me, some ruined, girlish sliver of me still means it, even now, even with everything already coiled and waiting beneath my skin. That's the particular horror of loving a man like Xavier. The love doesn't die when you decide to destroy him.

"Alpha's orders. Protect the children first. Let the warriors handle the rogues." Shift. Every single person in this room could turn into a wolf. Everyone except me. I was the only human here. The only normal one. The only prey. My heart pounded so hard against my ribs it hurt. The front door suddenly burst open with a bang that made me jump. Heavy footsteps thundered through the house. Male voices called out sharp commands in words I couldn't quite make out. Then Xavier appeared in the doorway. He was human again but he was covered in blood. It stained his torn shirt and dark jeans. Streaked through his hair. Smeared across his arms and hands like war paint.

Unbearable, bone-crushing pain tore through every inch of Cyrus Knovell's body. It was no illusion. It was real. Too real. He lay sprawled on the ground, beaten by the very friends and neighbors he had once trusted and helped. Their fists, their boots, even their sticks struck him with ruthless force. In this apocalypse, where food and water meant survival, kindness no longer mattered. They cared only about tearing him apart. Through the haze, Cyrus spotted a familiar figure at the edge of the mob. It was Diana Feynor, the woman he had once worshipped as a goddess.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

Theresa continued, "The Maniacs's leader is Luca Blowyn. He has three cousins—Vesper Bolwyn, Sylvan Bolwyn, and Rex Osric. The four of them are the core members of the gang. "Before the apocalypse, Luca was reportedly in a mental hospital. He kept claiming he had superpowers—saying he could fly or breathe underwater. He even jumped off buildings and sank to the bottom of swimming pools, refusing to come up. Somehow, he never died." She clicked her tongue in regret, as if wishing he had died earlier so none of this would be happening now. "After the apocalypse, Luca believed his moment of transformation had come. He was the first to rush into the toxic hailstorm. And somehow… he still didn't

And you're enjoying air-conditioning! Daisy: Damn you! We're being roasted alive out here while you enjoy yourself inside, you unfilial monster! You'll get what's coming to you! Their rage and despair practically spilled through the screen. And that—was exactly what I wanted. I turned off my phone, tossed it aside, and leisurely began enjoying my first meal of the apocalypse. Yes. I had been reborn to the very moment when Denise and my so-called parents first proposed setting up a doomsday fund.

Samantha replied with an unhappy smirk after hearing Evander's words. Samantha raised her hand and made a gesture. Poppy, who saw this, quietly furrowed her brow in confusion, and a moment later, two men with dangerous smirks on their faces began to approach Poppy and Evander. “Looks like you need to be reminded of the consequences of offending me, Evander.” Samantha stood up from her position and nodded her head towards Poppy and Evander. Realising that something dangerous was about to happen, Poppy helped Evander to his feet. Poppy did not expect Samantha to react so aggressively. It turned out that life in a post-apocalyptic world was indeed very dangerous.

My chest aches so badly that it feels hard to breathe. “And nothing even happened,” I cry. “We never even—” “I know,” Xavier says immediately. Before I realize it, he’s pulling me gently into his chest. One arm wraps around me while the other rubs slow circles against my back. “I know.” My tears soak into his shoulder. “He’s an asshole,” Xavier mutters quietly, anger slipping into his voice for the first time. “And I’ll make sure he faces the consequences.” “What was he even thinking?” I whisper more to myself than anyone else. “Why would he do something like that?”