After The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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.

[Juliet's POV] I jolted awake and gasped heavily for air. I took in the familiar-looking ceiling and bedsheets. I was in the rented apartment I had lived in for three years before the apocalypse. I felt the sun shine on the back of my hand, its warmth feeling so surreal. I picked up my phone resting by my pillow, and the screen lit up. It was July 15th, 2058—seven whole days before the apocalypse happened. I stared blankly into space for five whole minutes before my mind slowly drifted back to reality. I had truly been given a second chance at life.

Three days after the light died, Florence smelled like rain again. The city’s power returned in uneven surges, bulbs buzzing to life in apartments that had been dark for weeks. Alessandro watched the streets from the balcony of what was left of their building, a chipped mug of coffee in his hands, its steam curling into the damp morning. The world had not ended. It had simply gone quiet. Emergency broadcasts crackled on the radio, reporting that global networks were back online under a temporary council. People called it The Wake, as if the planet itself was grieving a god.

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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.

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

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.