Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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.”

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

Lila said. “I'm not worried about him” Victor replied. Lila smiled softly and said “We can't stay here anymore, let's leave in two hours.” “It'll be evening soon” he was worried that the zombies will be difficult to deal with at night. “Doesn't make a difference to me," she replied. It was already day six of the apocalypse. With things progressing so fast in this life. She felt that the power supply will be cut off before the end of the next day.

Like the world was already coming to an end. "She didn't unleash anything!" Silva yelled to Butt. Suddenly an earthquake started. Cars, people, properties, were prepared to be laid to waste. The cloud split into two parts, a dark side blinking continually, and a red part, having lightening striking above. Lands capsizing, and it was until now we saw the true meaning of Chaos And Apocalypse. A heavy rain all of a sudden started with no cause. Perhaps, this was how it is suppose to end. No last fight. We had our chance and we wasted it.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

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.

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“