Apocalypse Iii Novels & Stories

We'll face the apocalypse together! Her voice was broadcast across all three bases. Everyone heard it. People looked up toward the speakers. Many of them had lived under oppression for years. Now, as they listened, the crowd began to cry. The sound spread through the streets like a wave. Three years into the apocalypse. At last, they had seen hope. If there was a light waiting beyond the sea of blood that was this world… It was Haylight League. Hayley took the surviving scientists from the three bases with her.

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.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

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.

James learned from Walganus that the Earth’s Third Calamity was related to curses. However, Walganus did not know the exact details of the Third Calamity. Thus, James turned to Sophie in the Celestial Abode for answers. “Ms. Sophie, is the Earth’s Third Calamity really related to curses?” asked James. Soon, Sophie’s voice came from the Celestial Abode. “I can only sense that the Third Calamity is about to happen. It’ll most definitely happen within ten years. However, I can’t tell what kind of calamity it will be.”

she greeted Lora. “Hey! What a nice Saturday morning to hear from you,” Lora said on the other line. “Ah. I decided to just scrap the idea of the new ending of the third book,” Cela said straightforwardly. “But why? What happened?” Lora asked in disbelief. “Nothing. I mean, it’s been due and I’ve not come up with anything better than the original ending,” Cela explained. “Is that final?” Lora asked. “Yes, it is. Sorry, Lora. And please tell the other producers and whoever is involved in the production that I am sorry for wasting their time waiting for nothing. I’ll apologize to them personally when we do the viewing,” Cela said.

“God… She tried so many times.” The memories clearly still hurt him. Aaron could see them playing across his face—Natasha waiting, Natasha speaking, Natasha reaching out, and Josh missing every single sign. “I kept thinking there would be more time.” The regret in his voice felt painfully real. “There is always tomorrow.” Another bitter laugh escaped him. “Except there wasn’t.” Aaron understood that feeling better than most. The apocalypse had taught everyone the same brutal lesson: tomorrow was never guaranteed. Josh sat quietly for several moments. Then he finally spoke the words he had invited Aaron here to hear. “I still love her.”

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

“I know how you can control your gift. You only need to help me find the other three Guardians and I'll teach you how to dominate your gift.” Her back went rigid and I could see the muscles in her neck stiffened. She slowly turned her head and looked at me, and again the flash of dark danced over her eyes. “I don’t need your help, I can manage it on my own.” She hissed through gritted teeth. I threw my head back and let out a bark at what she said. “Until now, I have been playing nice. You, them, and all of humanity need a reminder of what I can do. All of you have forgotten what the name Apocalypse means.”

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"