Age Of Apocalypse Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

Most students clustered between twelve and fourteen. During the apocalypse, children and the elderly had suffered the highest death rates. From the outbreak's beginning through its worst years, the weak had always been the first victims. But the children who survived were no longer fragile. Every child standing here had endured the harshest realities of the apocalypse before joining Hayley's league. Their eyes carried the fierce spark of young predators learning to hunt. Hayley approved of that spirit. In her past life, by the late apocalypse, children and adults differed little psychologically.

It turns out, Dean has two brothers, Drake and Devyn. Drake, the eldest, is a general and the head of an elite army unit called " WeLoBe". He's currently on a mission and will return in a week. He's 25 years old, single, and he spent most of his time doing missions or training soldiers.

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

She said as she walked over to open a small wooden cupboard, and took out a big book whose pages were coming out, the cover was half torn. She opened the book, and went through the pages. After almost reaching the middle of the book, she turned it towards me and pointed at the picture. "Look at this wolf. It has blue eyes. They're called the ultime meaning ultimate. They're one of a kind, haven't existed for more than 200 years, and are the most powerful and most dangerous werewolf of all time. The last one was a male, his name was Parker, he existed in 1756, that was the last blood of ultime."

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

I had underestimated just how shameless they were. She continued, "Each of them is built like a tank. It's the end of the world. Why would they settle for taking orders from you? Even if you have all the money in the world, what does it matter?" It hit me all at once. Victoria was right. In the apocalypse, no one wanted to be under someone else. The man whose arm had been snapped on the first day cursed beside her. His resentment was obvious. "Stop wasting time talking to him. I say we break the door down right now. I'll cripple him myself and throw him out to the zombies."

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.