Apocalipsis Novels & Stories

So close. She reached it. She threw it open. She stumbled inside. She slammed it shut. The wind howled outside. Screamed and raged. Amanda collapsed against the door. Her chest heaved. Her heart pounded. Her hands shook. She was safe, for now but outside, the world was breaking. {Apocalypse countdown: accelerated. Estimated arrival: imminent.} Amanda closed her eyes. She pressed her hand against her stomach. "I'm ready," she whispered. "I've been ready since the day I died."

And slapped my cheeks. “Wake up!” Another slap. “Wake up!” The girls stared at me in horror. People passing by slowed down, took one look at me and immediately changed direction. I didn’t care, i slapped myself again. “This isn’t real!” My eyes burned with tears. “Wake up, Ashley!” I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them, but I was still here, still the castle glowing in the distance. My breathing became ragged. Then as if it couldn't get any worse, the moon that was shining brightly above me instantly disappeared. My heart hammered against my ribs. And suddenly, every single word from the novel came rushing back to me. The beginning of the apocalypse.

Then, a notification appeared. SYSTEM ACTIVATED [Welcome, Host!] [Apocalypse Countdown: 59 Days.] [Storage: 0/100.] [Survival Points: 0.] [Physical Condition: Normal.] [Skills: None.] [Shelter: None.]

The world is turning into a graveyard, and the graves are emptying faster than the living can bury their dead. A bite is a death sentence. The infected tear through families, schools, hospitals, entire cities. People barricade themselves inside their homes while their loved ones claw at the doors, begging to be let in with mouths full of blood. Those who escape spend their days scavenging through abandoned shops and their nights listening to the dead gather outside. Nina Calloway has watched the world become a slaughterhouse. She has seen people trampled over a bottle of water, strangers dragged from hiding places, and desperate survivors trade human lives for a few more hours of safet

No correction. I secured the portable load and kept the exit clear. Outside the second group continued on the adjusted line calculated to cover remaining residual ground in advance. The formal expansion continued to cut angles through sectors already lost. The collapse beyond the walls had stopped matching any formal count. And inside the last residual structure the woman who carried continuous coherent variance sat under terms that still held, capacity intact, public systems still fracturing, with Category Two reduced to a single dark site, no remaining cycle to shorten, and the next trigger set to force the choice between contested collapse, operating alone under open progression, or whate

Chapter 28 – The Curse Valenfort’s earth cracked. From the city’s core, black blood boiled like lava, spreading through ruined streets. Above, the moon vanished entirely — only crimson reflections on collapsed towers. Lucien opened his eyes amid ash. Everything was eerily silent, save his slow, heavy heartbeat. In his hand, Evelyn’s blood-drop still glowed faintly — fragile light in the apocalypse. He remembered the final moment: her breath, broken voice, sorrowful gaze as she dissolved into the gate.

"I love you too baby girl. So much." Ross created the portal and we stepped through with Aiden leading the way. The sight that greeted us stole my breath. Apocalypse was the only word that fit. The sky flickered between existence and void. Buildings phased in and out of reality. The ground beneath our feet felt unstable like it might dissolve at any moment. Refugees crowded toward our portal. Hundreds of them were desperate and terrified. "We need to stabilise this fast," Ross said while already reaching out with his abilities. "The collapse is accelerating."

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

As the manager, I wished I could split myself into eight just to keep up. I rubbed my temples and forced my tone into something gentler. "Sorry, alright? I’ll get you a fresh box today. Top-tier. Guaranteed sweetness." "That’s more like it." She snorted, then spent another ten minutes complaining about trivial things, like how her dog was in a bad mood today, before finally hanging up. I leaned back in my chair, exhausted, and casually unlocked my phone to check the weather. A breaking international headline popped up: "Unprecedented Decline in Solar Activity Triggers Sudden Flash Freezes Across the Globe".

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”