Apocalypse Novels & Stories

She stumbled a little as I pushed her through the door, and a photograph slipped out of her pocket and fell to the floor. I picked it up. It was a signed photo, and something about the face tugged at my memory. Before the apocalypse, Anna had been a singer. She brightened immediately. "Do you want me to sign one for you too? Rhett used to come to all my shows back then." I frowned and turned the photo over. On the back was a picture of Anna and Rhett together. A date was printed in the corner. March 21, 2060. The world tilted. That was the day the apocalypse hit, the day we fled, and the day Ophelia fell into the fissure and nev

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.

“What the hell is going on? How did our world turn out this way? The apocalypse came faster than I anticipated.” “Alright now, as I have important work to do, I shouldn’t linger here for long. I should return to Wyrmstead as soon as possible.” Now, James had to return to Wyrmstead and stabilize the situation as soon as possible to prevent a total collapse. That was because following the rain’s emergence, many hospitals around the world were at full capacity. In just one night, millions had perished in the hands of an unknown virus. As such, many countries and regions had begun losing control. As the realization that the Calamity was upon humankind sank in, cri

Hez thinking and was panting. Dana could tell that he was care for the world, so she continued, “There seemed to be some sort of Apocalyptic Phenomenon. It was the Bloody Sky that was sending falling rock to the land. And it was so intense, falling at the incredible speed!” “The Bloody Sky, was it happened at night?” Hez asked that Dana find odds. “How do you know?”

Not doing anything and Stephanie was tossed back like she wasn’t a supernatural. The woman who caused all the destruction turned to Danny and smiled like a cat. It was Clara in all black and a very weird crown. She moved a hand and everything went dark. Elizabeth woke up with a gasp and went into a coughing fit. Her husband opened his eyes and placed a hand on her shoulder which had her at peace. “What happened?” he asked. “I saw something” she replied. “What?” she asked. “Destruction of home world by that friend of Danny. The Savan” she explained.

Thanks to an explosion that had occurred in a research lab, an unknown substance was leaked to the world. This was the start of the apocalyptic era, where humans could get infected by the substance, thus transforming into zombies. Three years after the zombie apocalypse started, I died in the maws of the zombies. To make things worse, my kindness was the reason behind my eventual death. Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began.

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.

"Nobody knows how long this smog will last. The authorities have taken a huge hit, too. I doubt they have the manpower to deal with abandoned properties anytime soon. You might as well stay here." The apocalypse was nothing like normal life. No one was filing death certificates or updating property records. Unless someone reported a house or the authorities launched an inspection, they had no way of knowing which properties had been abandoned. And inspections took manpower they simply didn't have. After the smog came acid rain. The disasters never gave anyone a chance to recover. That settled it for the others. "Alright. We'll sell our apartments too and use t

… Five years later, the first ray of sunlight finally broke through the thick, dark clouds and cast over the earth. An excited voice crackled over the radio. "Attention all survivors! The National Academy of Science has successfully developed a cure for the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over, and we've won!" Deafening cheers thundered through the base. I stood on the wall and watched as the sun slowly rose over the horizon, while Mom and Dad stood beside me, looking healthy and spirited. Dad patted my shoulder and grinned. "Shall we have a feast tonight to celebrate?" Mom smiled and nodded. "This time, we don't need bulletproof glass. Let's open the windows

"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."