Apocalypse of Horror

For Linda, it all started with the falling stars. With the smell of pine on a summer night and her partner's warm hand in hers. It was August 10th, the night for wishes, but something in the dark was waiting. Something that didn't come from the sky, but from some colder, older abyss. When that thing took her children, it didn't just kill them. It rewrote them. It turned them into nightmares with milky-white eyes and an unspeakable hunger, then locked them in the darkness of their own cellar.
That's just the beginning. From a single, soul-shattering family tragedy, Jett Vorn unleashes an apocalypse with the surgical precision of an invasion and the primordial dread of a curse. A virus devours the world, turning neighbors and lovers into grotesque puppets guided by an alien entity, Malyklo, whose power manifests as a damned, relentless psychic heartbeat that thumps in the foundations of the earth and in the skulls of the survivors.
But in this hellscape, a small band of women refuses to die. Linda, the mother they stole everything from; Zara, the alien who has already lost one world; Elena, the warrior with no more tears to shed; and Clara, the leader holding together the scraps of a shattered humanity. They are the Amazons of a broken world, armed with makeshift spears and a rage older than the cosmos. Apocalypse of Horror isn't just a survival story.
It's a journey into the pulsing heart of grief, a descent into an America turned into a graveyard where the monsters have familiar faces and hope is a fragile vaccine kept in a vial. It's a story that grabs you by the throat and whispers that even when you kill the devil, you aren't safe. Because sometimes, there are worse things waiting in the dark. Things the devil himself was afraid of. If you think the silence after the battle is over is peace, you haven't been listening closely enough.