Apocalypse Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

“ The sky that can be seen wide open, the ground that was in a total mess, things around me fully wrecked to fragments, just what the fucking hell happened to the earth?? Looking at the furniture, none of them even survived. The refrigerator that was placed in the kitchen, it was crumbled and disfigured. “Who… what in the world did this?” It looks just like the game I always play—what am I thinking? This is impossible. It is far beyond my imagination. Never once in my life did I think that this was capable of happening in reality. With a full load of thoughts on my mind, I can’t help but look around and analyze the things that are happening in front of me. Everything is a mess. All the furni

Hi readers, I really hope you are enjoying the book. I want you to know how much it means to me seeing my book read by you. Firstly, I'd like to ask for your patience, this novel isn't a zombie-only apocalyptic book, as you read on, other elements will be dispensed.

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

Now, the marble floors were cracked and stained with fluids I didn't want to identify. Outside the frosted, shattered windows, the "City of Eternal Light" was finally dark. The skyscrapers that used to glow with the arrogance of the billionaire class were nothing but blackened skeletons silhouetted against a blood-red sky. The apocalypse hadn't been a sudden explosion. It had been a slow, freezing rot—a virus that turned the living into hollow, ravenous things, followed by a winter that never ended. And I was at the very center of the decay. "Is she dead yet?"

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

"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.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

"You were dead." The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "A recurring inconvenience." The archive seals spun around him. Each seal held a name: forgotten gods, unpaid dead, broken vows, erased children, districts swallowed by the first apocalypse wave.

Apparently a lot. I had a pit in my stomach. I knew something wasn’t right for while now, I didn’t have a good feeling about the way things were going but I at least thought that we had a little bit of time. I didn’t think that things would go downhill this fast. Not this soon. Not this early. I need more time. I know I said that I was ready to die but maybe now that the time seems so near, I might actually not be ready for it. “The Apocalypse has begun.”