Apocalipsis Novels & Stories

He loves the place as well. Tagaytay has an average humidity of 78%, making the city cooler than Metro Manila. It is not yet congested and it has a better view indeed. Seeing Kristina in deep sleep, Luther plays his song for her on his car MP5 player.... Born for You by David Pomeranz... "Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me Tell me what is this sweet sensation It's a miracle that happened Though I search for an explanation

"That means he holds a secret he cannot allow anyone to discover. And whatever that secret is, Hailey and Keegan must have stumbled onto it." A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He struck the desk with his palm. "What is the greatest secret in the apocalypse? Resources." He leaned forward. "The massive shipment missing from Volmart… It's in his hands. And he is hiding it with some kind of spatial ability!"

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

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...?"

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

The horror in my chest tightened, but I couldn’t look away from the altar. Atop the altar was a human skull, its surface marked with strange, precise letters. They formed a perfect square shape on the top of the skull, a palindromic Sator square. The letters were deeply etched into the bones, forming the Latin phrase Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas. I stared at it, horror filling my veins. Nowhere in the books I had read did it mention anything like this during a summoning exam. My heart constricted with the terrifying weight of my mistake.

Her head whipped to me, silver orbs glassy, a faraway expression on her face. "Something's wrong," she murmured in a tone I never heard her use before. It sent a chill down my spine, "A reaper has been sent. He will arrive tomorrow night." With those words, her body went limp, skin becoming as pale as a polar bear as she collapsed back into bed.

Christian suddenly came to a realization and said, “Yes, yes, yes! It's called the Apocalyptic Book! The Preface to the Apocalyptic Book sounded strange to me at first. I thought it was a classic book, but your dad said it was the key to opening another world. I always thought he was a bit crazy…” Charlie couldn't help but mumble, “The Preface to the Apocalyptic Book… What does the ‘preface’ mean...?” Christian casually said, “It’s the preface to the Apocalyptic Book!” Charlie had a horrified expression, and waves of shock rose in his heart. He couldn't help but think to himself, ‘The Preface to the Apocalyptic Book? Does that mean the book my dad got was the preface to the Apocalyptic Book?