Apocalypse Ocs Novels & Stories

The yard was a minefield of trenches, and the living room was packed to the ceiling with crates of cup noodles and survival crackers I'd hoarded online. There wasn't even room to walk. He stood before an expensive rug pinned beneath boxes of survival crackers, his expression darkening. "Phoebe, what is all this?" I rushed over, dragged him into the bedroom, and locked the door behind us with an air of absolute secrecy. "Honey, I need to tell you something huge. The apocalypse is coming." Gabriel stared at me, his eyes full of complex emotions. He reached out and felt my forehead, but I had no fever.

In her first life, she trusted the wrong man. She gave her love and loyalty to her husband, only to discover too late that when the world collapsed, love meant nothing to him. Betrayed, abandoned, and powerless, she watched her life disappear with the world. Then she opens her eyes—and finds herself reborn before the apocalypse begins. This time, she remembers everything. She remembers the date the world will change. She remembers the shortages, the chaos, the struggle for survival, and the mistakes that cost her everything. She remembers her ex-husband’s betrayal. With a second chance in her hands, she refuses to repeat the same life. While everyone else remains unaware

“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.”

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face.

DING. [Time limit reached. Total value exceeds $50,000. Storage Space unlocked: 300 cubic meters.] Ivy rested a hand over her belly, her voice soft but steady. "And now?" [Apocalypse countdown: 15 days. Evacuate and establish a safe house.}

He unbuckled and prepared to leave. Before he stepped out, Cyrus spoke again. "Thorgan, be wary of one thing." Hearing his name like that felt close and personal. "What is it, Cyrus?" Cyrus' expression turned serious. "The apocalypse is dangerous. Willowford Town is known for its food and produce. Others may come to take it. Stay alert." Thorgan swallowed as his nerves tightened. "Yes, Cyrus. Noted."

"Will you help me? Will you lift a hand to save yourselves from slavery and destruction? Or will you sit here quietly and await your doom?" There was a pause. Finally, Cassandra blinked. "I'm sorry," she said, "I don't think you're evil anymore. But frankly, I don't have the first idea what you're talking about. What doom?" "Don't you understand doom? The end of the world?" the owl looked on in astonished scorn. "You understand — apocalypse?" Cassandra blinked again. The owl sighed. "Of course you don't. I fully intend to explain." She hesitated a moment as if uncertain where to begin. Then she said, "I suppose you, children, have been taught to disbelieve in magic?"

I only joked back that if some massive disaster ever happened, all of this would come in handy. I glanced at the calendar, surprised by how quickly time had passed. Thankfully, the estate renovations were completed three days before the apocalypse began. Even though I already knew no one could escape tomorrow’s disaster, I still found myself unable to sleep for the first time in ages. As I tossed and turned in bed, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in my head. [Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound to the Apocalypse Survival System. Detected: initial shelter renovation completed. Reward points will now be issued.]

Her gaze swept over Valerie from head to toe. "You broke both your legs?" Valerie stiffened. "Yes." That confirmed it. She really was the tragic heroine from Jason's over-the-top melodrama. Both legs broken, swept away by a typhoon, and somehow still alive. More importantly, this was the seventh year of the apocalypse. Every doctor Nicole had seen looked pale, gaunt, and exhausted. Valerie was thin as well, but somehow, her complexion was still fair and almost glowing. Jason certainly knew how to pick them.