Apocalypse Base Novels & Stories

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

" Everyone in the meeting room comes to a halt and stares at the new alpha. They were all curious as to why I was familiar with their Alpha. I grin once again. "Don't be surprised; I wasn't just any rogue. I came here for a specific reason. For starters, we're all aware that we've been escaping the underworld for almost how many millennia. But, as of late, I've been investigating such collapsing regions as our freaking kingdom and others. And I discovered that our world was being gradually buried by soil from above. I'm not sure if it's due of climate change or whatever, but I guarantee we'll all be buried if we stay here much longer. I'm referring to everyone who didn't know how to get out

Her feet suddenly stepped on something hard. The eyes rose as if the beast was getting up, and suddenly a third eye appeared also. Trix bit her lip and closed her eyes momentarily. She didn't want to die, especially not in a different world. She didn't want to die without apologizing to her best friend. She wanted to patch things up with her parents. She wanted to go, knowing that the people who were closes to her didn't suffer because she was a horrible human being. She needed the chance to apologize to everyone.

"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."

"Yes, sir!" This time, the researcher obeyed and responded without hesitation. "Darn it, if only I have a few more days…" After hanging up, the chief slumped weakly into his chair. In the city, about ten kilometers away from the camp but in the opposite direction from Victor, a section of the ground suddenly cracked open. This was no normal ground; it was the entrance to an underground experimental base. The entrance was built within an unfinished construction site. Before the apocalypse, there were hardly any people there, and now not a single living soul could be seen.

As long as they absorbed enough ability energy, they could continue growing larger and larger until reaching some ultimate limit. There had to be a limit. Otherwise, if one day a beast grew as large as Earth itself… That image would be way too horrifying. "I'll head back to the Valor Military Base in a few days and see if they've discovered anything new," Ray said as he made plans. … Another night passed. The apocalypse entered its 126th day. Early that morning, Ray was awakened by the furious barking of the two dogs. Expanding his spatial perception, he revealed a look of surprise.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

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.