After The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

Trust. Trust in me. “More food is already on the way.” I announced. “The women and children remain safe in the northern shelter. We will rebuild what was lost.” Murmurs spread through the crowd. I drew a slow breath. “Listen to me. this attack will not be the last. there are powerful people who do not want this camp to exist. They will try again.”

Horrified, he got up abruptly and muttered in a trembling voice, "This is a battle between true immortals! Has the Ancestora shown up?" The apocalyptic vision resembled the collapse of the world, striking Lumino with a sense of panic and unease. He did not have much hope for Midland's Grandiuno Sacred Land to be able to make any sort of difference in that situation. Overwhelmed by what he saw, he staggered back in despair until he fell bottom first on the ground. "We're done for. Oh heavens! We're done for now that the Ancestora has decided to take action!" he mumbled like a lunatic.

The yard was a minefield of trenches, and the living room was packed to the ceiling with crates of cup noodles and survival crackers I'd hoarded online. There wasn't even room to walk. He stood before an expensive rug pinned beneath boxes of survival crackers, his expression darkening. "Phoebe, what is all this?" I rushed over, dragged him into the bedroom, and locked the door behind us with an air of absolute secrecy. "Honey, I need to tell you something huge. The apocalypse is coming." Gabriel stared at me, his eyes full of complex emotions. He reached out and felt my forehead, but I had no fever.

“Before it finds someone else first.” Echo’s form dimmed slightly, almost like a sigh. “Then prepare yourself, Kiami Lynn. For when the storm takes shape… it may wear a human face.” ⸻ Lightning cracked across the horizon again — brighter, sharper, and this time, it roared with something almost alive. The next battle wouldn’t just be survival. It would be evolution. And as the last echo of thunder rolled through the valley, I knew: the apocalypse was no longer coming. It was here.

She fell—through the void, through the endless dark—until suddenly, her body hit solid ground. A sharp gasp tore from her lips. She was back. The Forgotten Path stretched before her, broken and warped. The others landed beside her, dazed but alive. Cassian groaned. "I’m going to kill something." Mira staggered upright. "Preferably whatever that was." Dorian rubbed his temples. "So… just to recap, we accidentally unleashed an apocalypse?" Lena swallowed hard. "Seems that way." A heavy silence settled between them.

Games are so scarce recently even though the entire world has become one big jungle. After the pandemic and the chaos the world went through, Mother Nature claimed everything. Entire cities turned into green, lush forests, but it was useless. There were no edible fruits to eat or clean animals to hunt. It was a sick and twisted joke from the gods. I got my backpack and sword and headed to the first trap we had made and as expected I found nothing. The second one had a small rabbit. I caught it and cut off his head and skinned it quickly and strapped it to my backpack.

AUGUST. _THE WORLD AFTER._ Half the world was gone. Not destroyed. Changed. The Black Moon hung in the sky. Always night. Always red-black. Countries: France, UK, Germany, Spain... gone. Asia: Half gone. India, China... pockets left. America: East Coast gone. West Coast holding. People: 3 billion dead. The rest: Infected. Or hiding. The Cult won. They called it "The New World". --- _LOCATION: SYDNEY UNDERGROUND BUNKER._

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a