Novel & Cerita Apocalyptic Beast

“When I collapsed this morning, I had a vision. The monster behind the attacks revealed himself to me. His name is Thanox, and I've seen him before in the first nightmare I had of him many years ago. Caspian, he's truly the one behind the attacks. I had my suspicions, but he confirmed everything this morning. And tonight, he’s coming here. To Nightfall. Thanox plans to destroy the summit. To kill every leader gathered in this pack, including other innocent lives. He’s coming, and if we don’t prepare ourselves, we’re all as good as dead. You have to believe me.” “I believe you Jocelyn.” He blurts out the words on reflex, as if he had already sworn to himself to believe every word that comes f

The few Rank 5 Undead Family members could not believe it. 'Lucas the Demon has really come forth by himself. Where's his Apocalyptic Legion?' 'Where's Biggy the Zombie of Godly Boxer and Scarlet the Zombie of Polar Ice?' Throughout the past few days, they had heard lots of stories about the Apocalyptic Legion. They had heard how Biggy the Zombie of Godly Boxer could destroy the sky, while Scarlet the Zombie of Polar Ice was always covered in a cold aura and could even seal up the ocean.

Tiya gave a final jerk before she disintegrated into ashes. "No!" Nadia exclaimed in horror. Blood gushed down Beelzebub’s neck and down to his tunic staining it an inky black. He kept a hand on the wound and glared at them balefully. "You little brats," he remarked. "You really think you can take me on? I am a Horseman of the Apocalypse. I am Pestilence."

A divine beast from ancient times finally appeared in this world. "Human King Transformation!" "Evil White Ape!" Everyone gasped when they saw this. The white flames, visible to the naked eye, circled around the Evil White Ape like a halo of destruction. All kinds of violent, cruel, and bloody aura spread out in the void like a substance, making people feel that they had arrived in hell. The nearest dozens of demon race experts only felt an uncontrollable tremble in their souls, and they couldn't help kneeling on the ground!

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

The infected became hollow vessels of meat and instinct, roaming the skeletal remains of cities in search of anything with a heartbeat. But for a rare five percent of the population, the virus didn't destroy; it re-coded. It reached deep into the spiral of human DNA and pulled dormant, primal traits into the light. These survivors became the Beastkin, or Orcs. They were the apex predators of the new world: faster, stronger, and possessed of a commanding presence that could make a regular human’s heart stop just by standing in the same room.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Now she won't feel like a burden anymore. But little did she know that soon her life would turn upside down and the past from which she has been running all this while would again stand in front of her but this time in a more cruel and merciless way. That she would beg her life to end but that was not it. The beast she would be meeting soon would not let her either live or die peacefully. And Aria would become a pawn in his game.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.