After The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

------- -------------------- A few hours later . . . ------- -------------------- The celebration was somewhat muted considering the circumstances. They had just narrowly averted an apocalypse of biblical proportions. Raptors and Strays mingled in the new Den engaged in numerous conversations. Most of them were genuinely pleased that there would be many more tomorrows for all of them. But not everyone was feeling relieved. Anya hadn't spoken to anyone since the battle. Neither had Red. She had collapsed shortly after Chaos had been banished. Fighting an Elder God, even in your head, was apparently an exhausting process.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

For the first time since the apocalypse began, I could freely relax in the courtyard and enjoy the sunlight without fear. The people who survived the apocalypse gradually found their own ways to adapt. Most abandoned life on the surface entirely, building massive underground cities instead. Only I chose to remain above ground. I never sealed the tunnel Sharon dug from the convenience store to my basement. In fact, I eventually expanded it all the way to the underground city itself. Over time, I transformed my estate into a full-scale surface living experience park. Children born after the apocalypse, and people nostalgic for life under an open sky, could purch

The world slowly returned to normal. But the heat-damaged soil would take decades, maybe centuries or even millennia to recover. Everyone had to keep wearing cooling suits just to survive. The shelter continued growing as people established a city around it. Three years after the apocalypse, individual nations had ceased to exist. All races now lived together as one. Dozens of representatives formed an organization called the Federation to lead us. There was no discrimination, only the mutual understanding of survivors who'd lived through hell together. Everyone worked together and had enough to eat. The problem was that most of Earth's plants and animals had

"A month after this incidence. Xavier was beheaded by my Fathers orders. He was also desiccated and locked up so he wouldn't be brought back to life. We tried our best. Xander and I got Nicholas mother to try to bring him back to life. Xavier was stuck in hell and he suffered down there for what seemed like eternity. He suddenly came back with only one agenda. Revenge. He killed our Father and Sent Our Mother away. Alec was our Brother too. He left with our mother. Had always been Mama's favorite." Anessa finishes with a scoff. "Xavier came back as a Demon and a Vampire. No one knows what happened down there except him." Meryl continues. " He was more deadly. They called him Azrael. Shadow o

declared Damien, his voice booming like thunder. Trish sighed. "What's special about this town, Dami? There's literally danger everywhere. The elders in the pack can't stop worrying about the Blood Shower that happened some weeks ago. According to them, it's supposed to bring an apocalypse. I don't buy that shit. But, then there's this fight between the two species and I'd rather leave this town with Jake sooner but he needs to finish high school first." Eira's eyebrows knitted together. "Jake Sanderson? He's my classmate. Is he a werewolf too?"

he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to articulate his concerns. He is still not used to what is happening now. How many days have passed since the end of the world? It's not a day, it's a month. Based on his feeling, it seems like the apocalypse has been around for a year. They have lost track of the calendar that's why they don't know how many days or months have passed since the end of the world. And even though he had beheaded mindless zombies several times, Liam still couldn't get used to them.

A soft blue light scanned his retina immediately. Access granted. The enormous doors slid open silently. Natasha slowly walked inside, and stopped again. The interior was even more unbelievable. Scientists moved between glowing workstations while holographic systems projected data across transparent screens. Advanced medical equipment lined entire sections of the facility. Pharmacists worked carefully behind sealed laboratory glass while researchers analyzed biological samples inside secured chambers. Natasha turned slowly, stunned beyond words. “This place survived the apocalypse?” she asked quietly. Aaron walked beside her calmly. “No.” His eyes moved across the facility proudly. “We built

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.