Apocalypse Ocs Novels & Stories

Mine's already below E! [Same here! System says I've got 20 km max! There's nothing out here but dirt. Where do we even get gas?!] [This is murder! I want to go home! Please!!!] [Anyone see a gas station?! ANYONE?!] [Stop dreaming. This is some kind of bizarre apocalypse. You think the system will give you a full tank? It's forcing us out of our vehicles to scavenge!] [But I can hear... things out there… growling. I'm not getting out. No way.]

A final, grand feast to mark the completion of our preparations, to reassure Lucien's men that their families were safe, and to celebrate the fact that we were ready for whatever came next. ​Down below, Daniel was helping direct the family escorts, looking completely composed despite the wild night we’d shared, while Lucien stood near the perimeter wall, his massive frame radiating an absolute, unyielding presence that put everyone at ease. ​The sky above was already beginning to darken with the heavy, strange atmospheric pressure that signaled the end of the old world and I looked at the timer ticking down in my system interface. ​The apocalypse was officially coming tomorrow—and we were co

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 a note in parentheses. Just one

as everyone else's, while I spent my days in the cool and comfortable basement. About two weeks later, the eternal daylight phenomenon began to weaken. Four months later, the government sent a message asking every neighborhood to report the number of heat-related deaths. That was when I anonymously sent all the footage to the police. At the six-month mark of the apocalyptic heatwave, there was a loud thunderclap coming from the sky, followed by a torrential downpour. The rain kept falling for two days, and the temperature dropped sharply. Just when I was wondering if another ice age was coming, the rain stopped.

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

“Not so fast. There's a reason Roe never unleashed OATH. This doesn’t end with exposure. It triggers contingencies. Global ones. If you activate that file tree, at least seven nations collapse within weeks.” Layla looked up. “She’s not exaggerating. I’m running the simulations now. This is… apocalyptic.” I faced the screen again. My father’s face is static—Damon’s voice in my bones. “I need air,” I said. “Give me ten minutes.” Outside, the night pressed heavily. The city skyline flickered under rotating surveillance blimps, abandoned now, yet still drifting like eyes that refused to shut. I sat on the stone wall above the courtyard. The breeze wasn’t soft. It cut.

"If they choose not to participate in your Convergence?" "Then reality fractures anyway, but uncontrolled. Billions die as dimensions collapse into each other randomly." Seraphine's expression was serious. "The Convergence is happening whether we want it or not. The barriers are failing. We've been tracking the degradation for centuries. In eighteen years, they collapse completely. The only question is whether we guide that collapse or let it destroy everything." "You're saying the apocalypse is inevitable," Marcus said. "I'm saying change is inevitable. Whether it's apocalyptic depends on preparation."

So this is on him and I don’t feel a grain of sympathy for him. “This is her revenge. He killed her wolf and anchor. The Angel has taken complete control. The world is burning and …” “The seas will boil, with the kingdom of heaven falling. Earth will follow, the balance has been destroyed. Demons are running loose as well as all manner of monster.” Odessa tells us and I look at her and she looks gravely at what is happening. “We need to stop her, but how?” someone asks and I turn and look at them and shake my head.

"Come on, what's his name--?!" "I wasn't prying into your expenses, you know. It was just so unusual, I had to ask Bea--" "--so how far gone are you, Ali? You two must have made some progress by now--" "Don't put ideas into her head, Leno. I've never even met the boy yet, and I'm not allowing some upstart to date my little girl--" "But who IS he?! You're all ignoring me--!" "APOCALYPSE!" I yelled. "We're here because of the apocalypse! So let's set aside other stuff for later. Please."

“Like what?” I rest my ankle over my knee and settle my elbow on the armrest. “For one, the grass and trees were scorched. It looked like someone dropped a bomb in the middle of it, but there are no bomb particles or any evidence of bomb residue. Yet, the ground and the burnt remains were covered in blood.” Fallon’s clear eyes narrow thoughtfully. “Wait, aren’t those signs of the apocalypse?” I nod. “It seems to be. However, as I explained to Mathias and Azazel, I did not order an apocalypse. I wouldn’t do that, considering you and Lana are here. Let me also state that I have no desire to start an apocalypse.”