Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Jack silenced both their phones. By the time they woke up, the outside world had descended into hell. Apart from Hannah and a few other team members, nobody contacted them. Even the company's headquarters and official communication groups had fallen silent. The apocalypse had arrived. Everyone was simply trying to survive. News reports were flooded with accounts of dead people coming back as zombies and attacking the living. Those who were bitten often turned into zombies themselves shortly afterward. Screams and chaos erupted from the streets below. Jack walked to the window and pulled it open. What he saw made his expression darken.

Damian exhaled through his nose, but his hand didn’t leave the weapon. “We don’t have long,” he said, lower now, faster. “If they get you intact, this isn’t a collapse anymore. It’s managed. They stabilize the strain using what’s in your blood and release a version that kills or converts exactly how they design it to. Controlled extinction instead of chaos. That’s worse, not better.” “I won’t be taken.”

Only, not a single person is awake to witness it. This time, Christmas gift to humanity is apocalypse. Santa rushed to make it an early delivery.

How are we supposed to live like this? [Why isn't the government doing something? If it keeps up, people are going to freeze to death!] Cyrus shook his head silently. By now, the government had no strength left to care for everyone. From this moment on, survival could only depend on oneself. This was the moment the icy apocalypse truly began, the dawn of the Frostfall. Once modern society was stripped of both electricity and food, humanity would spiral headlong into mass death.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

said Anne in perfect complement, again lowering her eyes to the pages of the bible "will free the four knights from the apocalypse, whatever that means in the real world, since they can be just people with the power to exterminate masses and crowds. And the seventh is marked by an angel who will descend to the earth, making all humans aware of its end. At this moment there will be no more light, stars, and thunder will take over the heavens, and only those who show themselves faithful to the Lord even at the end of his days will be saved. Around us, no one who passed by wondered about a very strange group of people in which one of them had a bible in his hands

“This shouldn’t be happening for months.” A distant siren wailed somewhere across the sleeping city. Caleb’s expression darkened. “Your return fractured the timeline.” The wind howled violently through the harbor. And then— “The apocalypse isn’t coming,” Caleb said quietly. “It’s bleeding into the present.”