Apocalipsis Novels & Stories

I smile at the thought of calling Francis tonight to tell him about this, tell him about how I'd gone out on my own and made it back safely. ​We make it past two more of my mental checkpoints, with only three more left before my apartment complex. I turn a familiar corner but stop immediately when the shadows completely swallow my vision, taking out any speck of light and leaving nothing but blackness in its wake. Sassy tugs at the leash, but I don't move, my heart plummeting to the bottom of my chest within an instant. Horror blooms inside at not being able to tell whether my eyes were open or closed.

And I'd failed. The energy disturbance hit me like a physical wave, washing through my study with enough force to knock books from shelves and crack the windows. My Ghost Wolf Society headquarters—a converted monastery deep in neutral territory—shuddered on its foundations. Around me, I heard shouts of alarm as other society members felt it too. This wasn't just power. This was the apocalypse announcing itself. "Christopher!" My second-in-command, Helena, burst through the door without knocking. Her face was pale, eyes wide with fear. "The instruments are going insane. Energy readings are off every scale we have. What's—"

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

Those black eyes ignite with the flames of a wild beast, finally erupting into a sea of fire that spreads endlessly. A sea of fire that spreads. Like a scene from an apocalyptic movie, Bridge number one in the distance is burnt to distortion in the scorching flames, collapsing from the middle just like a bar of chocolate melting away. The steel structure crumbles, and the bricks and stones tumble down. A pale figure falls from the bridge, looking as if it's soaring up into the sky.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

Nick was pushing his long fingers into her and Gabriel rubbing her clit. She moved her fingers faster, gently rocking her hips up and down, her eyes closed tightly and she chased the feeling of ecstasy. She wanted to scream out loud as she felt her first orgasm, feeling half terrified, and not knowing if this incredible feeling of tingling dizziness was the way it should be, she let it all wash over her, leaving her panting and gasping for breath. She had felt the pulsating waves inside her as her muscles clenched over and over, and eventually, she was still.

Daniel had survived over a century in hell before conceding to Lucifer, Abbadon was nothing compared to that. Just as Abbadon retched her hand back to slap Daniel, he swung his sword at her, an action he knew was going to cost him greatly. The sword made contact with her neck and black ooze began dripping from the wound. She looked at him in utter shock as she brought her hand up to feel the sticky, wet substance coming out. She closed her eyes and the coffee shop had suddenly disappeared and they were back in the one place Daniel never wanted to see again. Hell.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

As expected, the zombie outbreak was here right on the dot. Screams of terror could be heard coming from various spots in the residential area. Soon, the air was permeated with the heavy stench of rot and copper. "Oh, God!" When Mom witnessed the harrowing scene taking place outside the villa, she let out a scream before collapsing into a dead faint. Despite knowing that the apocalypse would descend upon the world soon, she was still terrified the moment she saw it happening before her eyes. Emmett hugged me from behind. He murmured to me, "Honey, you really suffered a lot in your previous life."