Novelas y relatos de X-men: Apocalypse

"What... How long have I been asleep?" "You were severely injured, Mr. Gryffon," the woman replied, as she clicked more buttons on the pod from the outside, "But don't worry, you're in excellent hands now!! " "What is this place?" "This is the Neuro-GenX. A medical facility that is funded and managed by Clan Phoenix Gods. You were admitted yesterda—" "Open the pod!" Creed cut her off in the middle, "Uhm!! Sorry!" "Open it!" Creed gritted his teeth in fury. "Right now!!"

We will soon know so let’s get back to the story. “Was anyone able to defeat them?” Lennon asked wanting to know if they can find that person and ask them to help them, or try to do what they did and defeat the demons. “Yes, Noah. But he is too young now and we can’t depend on him, he is a child.” Maya forgot to add that the original apocalypse was twenty years from now, so they won’t be able to relay on the book’s characters to help them because probably all of them are kids or teenagers.

Warning🔞: Before you start this book, I need to be very clear with you. The Last Woman After the Apocalypse is dark. I mean extremely dark. It’s a filthy, apocalyptic reverse-harem book, with extremely explicit and frequent sex. Heavy BDSM, power exchange, restraint, and pain. The characters are not always kind. The men are territorial, instinct-driven, and often cruel. The heroine is strong, but she is put through hell. If any of the above is a hard limit for you, please step away. There is no soft version of this story. I wrote it exactly as dark and filthy as it needed to be. Read at your own risk. *** The sky bled red for seventeen minut

They took everything from her. Now she's building something they can't touch. Emma spent years as the invisible backbone of the Smith family, cooking, cleaning, working, sacrificing while her husband Derek and his adopted sister Rachel treated her like a servant. When they finally discarded her, they thought she would crawl back, desperate and broken. They were wrong. Now Emma lives across the street in the old farmhouse, a house she bought with cash they never knew she had, and she's not just renovating, she's preparing, stockpiling supplies, reinforcing walls and building a bunker. When the Smiths discover her wealth, their greed awakens. They want her back, they want her mo

Synopsis Elena Voss opened her doors to her boyfriend and closest friend when the apocalypse hit, offering them shelter in the chaos. In return, they betrayed her—secretly together, twisting her mind with lies, then locking her away so they could seize her home and every supply she had gathered. She broke free and endured eight merciless years of catastrophic floods, scorching heatwaves, corrosive acid rain, and nights that never seemed to end… only to die at their hands over one meager energy bar. Reborn with a mysterious spatial storage ability and a second chance at life, Elena returns stronger. This time she will hoard resources, shield the people who matter, and destroy t

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my

“I won't lose it again.” {Host: survival must become your highest priority.} Amanda wiped the tears from her cheeks. “No.” She looked toward the bedroom door again. “Survival is only the beginning.” Her voice became colder. “They took everything from me because they believed I needed them.” Amanda slowly stood. “This time, I won't need anyone.” She picked up her phone. “Tell me how much time I have.” The answer appeared instantly inside her mind. {Apocalypse Countdown: 30 Days.}

Seven days. One second chance. And an apocalypse no one else knows is coming. Olivia Bennett died alone, listening as the family she sacrificed everything for divided her money before her heart had even stopped. Then she wakes up seven days before the apocalypse. This time, Olivia has a mysterious system—and every dollar she spends comes back tenfold. So she spends. Luxury apartments. Cars. Medicine. Food. Generators. Weapons. Everything she needs to survive the coming collapse. But revenge comes first. She changes the locks, files for divorce, exposes her husband's secrets, and cuts off every person who betrayed her. Then she meets Dominic Reeves, a ruthless former m

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

Red and white matter exploded outward, blooming into a mist of blood high in the air. For a moment, time seemed to stop. Only the falling debris and the rain of blood drifted down over Gigatron's stunned crowd below. Dead? A vice guild leader who'd awakened a specialization, who'd been piloting a Level 6 attack helicopter, has just been squashed like an ant? And the Pale Lord leading the group hadn't even lifted a finger. Just one of his subordinates had done this. Inside the Apocalypse Tank, Marcus gulped hard. "S-Sir, the Apache... it's gone."