Apocalipsis Novela Novels & Stories

"Come on, what's his name--?!" "I wasn't prying into your expenses, you know. It was just so unusual, I had to ask Bea--" "--so how far gone are you, Ali? You two must have made some progress by now--" "Don't put ideas into her head, Leno. I've never even met the boy yet, and I'm not allowing some upstart to date my little girl--" "But who IS he?! You're all ignoring me--!" "APOCALYPSE!" I yelled. "We're here because of the apocalypse! So let's set aside other stuff for later. Please."

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.

Endings should announce themselves. A door closing. A siren stopping. Someone saying, “That’s it, then,” with the kind of grave timing that makes everyone look meaningfully at the horizon. Act One of Maya Rodriguez’s second apocalypse ends with Sam arguing that powdered milk should count as food, Nora threatening to reorganize the cleaning cloths by color, Aaron trying to fix a shelf he broke while insisting it was “already emotionally unstable,” and Ben asking whether Gerald needs a watch rotation.

Thousands of wolves moved through the city. Laughing. Talking. Living. Nova gasped. The image felt incredibly real. She could hear voices. Music. The sounds of a thriving kingdom. Then everything changed. The sky darkened. Smoke filled the air. Panic erupted. Screams echoed through the streets. Soldiers charged into the plaza. Buildings burned. Blood stained the marble. Nova staggered backward. The vision vanished. Leaving only ruins behind. Her breathing became uneven. "Nova?" Ava rushed to her side.

Unbearable, bone-crushing pain tore through every inch of Cyrus Knovell's body. It was no illusion. It was real. Too real. He lay sprawled on the ground, beaten by the very friends and neighbors he had once trusted and helped. Their fists, their boots, even their sticks struck him with ruthless force. In this apocalypse, where food and water meant survival, kindness no longer mattered. They cared only about tearing him apart. Through the haze, Cyrus spotted a familiar figure at the edge of the mob. It was Diana Feynor, the woman he had once worshipped as a goddess.

His breath. My pulse climbing. My body remembered last night far too clearly. Maybe the cabinet was too small. Maybe the air was too thin. But both of us were breathing too fast. Another loud bang. I thought the monster NPC had found us. Every muscle in my body locked tight. But instead of chainsaw noise, a dramatic, overly sweet female voice floated in. “What if they find us?”

"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."

Cola snapped into position, following the command, but his body was tense. The second Nicole touched him, though, he melted. He went as limp as water, his tongue hanging out, leaning all over her. He seemed to be begging her to keep going. Something about this dog was off. Nicole picked him up and carried him to Beatrice's place, shutting him in there for now. Cola mattered, but so did time. She needed to get stronger, fast. This was the apocalypse. People in the building and outside, more and more of them were breaking under pressure.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

"She'll have to accept the new reality sooner or later." I had no idea how long the apocalypse would last. Besides, the casualty rate of children was extremely high during the apocalypse. I would never stop Joyce from finding out how cruel this world had become. Once Joyce finally calmed down, Emmett and I began checking the doors and windows. Then, we started counting the supplies we had. When we heard the sounds of a car screeching to a halt outside the villa, Emmett quickly grabbed a rifle and moved to stand behind a window. I picked up a gun as well before joining him nervously.