Apocalypse Fiction Novels & Stories

Her memories from her previous life remained vivid. The horrors. The suffering. The endless struggle to survive. The apocalypse lasted for years. Far longer than most people imagined it would. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon. I want Hope Base to continue thriving even ten years from now. Twenty years if necessary. No one knows how long this apocalypse will last. Maybe it will end someday. Maybe it won't. Another sigh escaped her. Rather than waiting for salvation... Rather than hoping the nightmare magically disappears... It's better to build a life within it.

They rarely expect reassurance. She gives the speech anyway. Because Nora deserves to know. Ben deserves to know. The woman three rows back, nursing an infant beneath a patched blue blanket, deserves to know. And because a leader who tells the truth only when it is convenient is not a leader. She is weather. So Maya stands at the front of the room they build for joy and tells them about the people who build the apocalypse. She keeps it clean. “The collapse wasn’t an accident.” The room settles around the words. “It was made. Deliberately. A small group decided there were too many people in the world and arranged to correct that.”

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.

They are afraid the helicopter belongs to the bad groups like they read in the novels these few weeks . The couple had bought many novels and fiksyen books about the backward world and the future world , the apocalypse novel and the cultivation novel . Although most of them are only the writer's imagination still they might get few information about the world they might went to and here they are , at the future world . The apocalypse world. Adrian added two more warrior puppets at the entrance to the office and enters the living room to stay with his wife . The black thick curtains will be able to cover everything inside the floor , outsider won't be able to see anything inside anyway .

she added. "Hmm. This is bad" he said. "How?" "Don't you get the clear view? They are creating zombies and weapons!" He said restlessly. Her brain started working fast as she shone her eyes in terror when she realized what he was trying to explain. "The Apocalypse," she said. "Bingo!" He snapped his fingers. "We have to look for a way to stop them. This is bad. Really bad" he said. Oscar walked to the front row of fhe zombies and observed all of them as Igor and Willow stopped talking and started opening up their parcels.

second coming" with hope and faith, to eradicate the evils of this world.” "But this second coming would be after the apocalypse, according to the Bible ..." Mark said. “It would be naive to think the clone child represents that second coming at the present time.” “And what makes you think that we are not on the verge of an apocalypse?” Richmond asked with some perspicacity. “The conflicts in the Middle East do not stop; treaties against the proliferation of nuclear weapons are dying; there are countries like North Korea and Iran challenging the rest of the world with their tests; the growing tension between Russia, Syria and the United States with their allies like Israel ...”

The woods felt awake now, listening to every word. Finally, the elder spoke again. “For generation, this village survived because of the forest.” “No” someone whispered behind him. “Don’t tell her.” but he ignored them. his eyes stayed fixed on me, heavy with old guilt. “Long before you were born, people started disappearing during the winters. Crops failed. Children died. The rivers flooded every season until the land became useless. Then something was found beneath the woods.” A chill crawled up my spine. “Found?”

"Vaccine?" Willa froze. Crack. I swear I heard it—her plot armor snapping clean. Didn't wait. A vine whipped out from me and smacked her across the face, leaving a red welt. Just as I figured. This was an apocalypse story—and Willa only thrived in ruins. End the world's collapse, and all her privilege goes down with it. Still, I didn't take her or Gabriel out. Not yet. The crimes they committed? The people would decide.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

the Goddess said serenely. I looked at my mother, who seemed lost in deep thought. Suddenly, I felt the scorching heat as the moons drew dangerously close. If they had already neared the Dark Realm, then they must be even closer to the rest of the world, bringing the apocalypse—the end of everything. The entire sky blazed crimson, casting an eerie glow over the land as waves of molten lava surged forward, spreading wider with each passing second. The heat was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of burning ground.