Apocalipsis Novels & Stories

She needed the chance to apologize to everyone. Trix gulped as she blindly stepped over the beast's tail. One foot was safely over. She quickly, too quickly brought over her other foot, stepping heavily on something brittle that broke instantly. A loud snap went through the air. A loud roar suddenly sent Trix stumbling back into bars with heap of bones beneath her feet. She cried out tears pouring down her face. "Enough," a loud voice boomed. Suddenly the darkness faded and Trix opened her eyes to see a confused Tristan staring back at her.

Sharon turned towards Alex. His expression unreadable. Daniel's voice became colder. "Do not let Alex take you to his bunker." The screen suddenly went black. A deafening explosion shook the resort. Sharon stumbling, Alex caught her before she fell. Then another explosion erupted outside. The western wall collapsed. Through the smoke, something enormous moved beyond the broken barrier. Not a normal infected, not human. Alex stared at it. Sharon felt the blood drain from her face. She remembered that creature, she had seen it only once in her previous life. It had appeared months after the apocalypse began. But now It was already here, And it was walking straight towards them.

It had actually reached from America to the Atlantic! “What is tha…” *Woomp* The next minute the adorations of men turned into screams of horror as what seemed like the apocalypse descended right on earth, as soon as the lights touched earth it went on traveling, moving forward and devouring, anything it touched that wasn’t humanly crumbled up into dust and any living thing encountered turned into oblivion like they never existed. People screamed as they watched this insanity happen, who could ever believe that the apocalypse that would come on Earth would suddenly descend and eliminate all humans without warning?

The chaos that had consumed everything around us started to settle. It was almost surreal—like the world had been holding its breath, and now, finally, it was exhaling. The infected were slowing, their movements becoming sluggish as the cure began to take effect. I could see them staggering, their once-violent movements growing weaker, the uncontrollable hunger in their eyes diminishing.

was. A surreal scene unfolded before me, a canvas of raging flames consuming everything in their path. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning, and distant wails and cries echoed, adding a haunting soundtrack to the inferno. I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the apocalyptic spectacle.

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

"The one Marcus's journal mentioned. Die and both worlds collapse." "Yes. Mutual destruction." I pulled up another image, a diagram carved into the stone showing two circles overlapping, then shattering into fragments. "The prophecy describes it as 'the unraveling.' When the Cycle-born dies during the merger attempt, the energy Lycaon has gathered doesn't dissipate. It tears through both realities like a wildfire through dry grass. The human world and the supernatural world collapse into each other catastrophically. Imagine earthquakes that split continents, storms that drown nations, reality itself coming apart at the seams."

The yoga room and swimming pool were active again, accompanied by a few erotic noises… Night passed. The apocalypse had entered its fifty-fourth day. Ray gazed out the window. As the sun rose, the thick fog began to dissipate, as if guided by an invisible hand.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

I grinned, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and turned, grabbing a heavy assault rifle from the side rack. "Daniel, Lucien, come with me." Stepping through the airlock door and onto the high catwalks, the air hit us instantly—thick, foul, and smelling of rust and raw copper. The sky above was a violent, bruised red, while plumes of thick gray smoke billowed up from the once-bustling city in the distance. Screams and car alarms echoed faintly across the valley, a haunting symphony to the apocalypse. I walked along the catwalk, my boots clicking firmly against the steel grating, and stood before the terrified, tense soldiers lining the edge.