Apocalypse Of All Races Novels & Stories

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

That's what happens in the apocalypse movies," Zylah said with a shrug. Cities collapse and humanity freaks out. I just hope that at the end of this no one will be turned undead. Or, at best, that some dead comes back to life. That statement, somehow, made me sweaty cold. The only consolation of the next day was knowing that all humanity breathed relieved to have gotten rid of a nuclear attack, because everything else was real crap. Miguel and Paul even managed to convince the rulers of our country not to go to war. Both remained alongside the head of state security to prevent him from giving the approval to the war. I didn't know how they found the man's location, if some magic was really 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."

Tristan came running up the stairs, his coat half on, his face pale. "Aurora. The sector radios are all jammed. And we just picked up an emergency band from the ridge road." He held out the handset, and I heard the voice, thin and breaking over a rising hiss, pure panic. "...convoy... forty vehicles, civilians, refugees from the lowlands... something is wrong with the sky... it is raining... Goddess, the rain is burning the—" The voice died, replaced by loud static and then a scream cut short. I looked at the copper sky. I did not need the sphere to tell me. Six days early, a whole six days ahead of the thirty I had been promised, the world was breaking.

[Please specify the query. "The countdown. Thirty days to twenty-six. What did I do?" The blue panel brightened, and for the first time since it had woken up, the voice sounded almost patient. [The Apocalypse is a chain of events. The Host has altered several of them. Disrupting a fraud, relocating funds, and mass-purchasing supplies have changed the behavior of connected individuals. These changes have caused the first event to move forward.] "That's insane. I bought rice, not a bomb."

Three years into the Great Drought, my sister and the shelter commander, Lisa Crawford, made me stand outside the shelter just because my hand slipped from a palpitation and I spilled a little water. "Wasting water in the apocalypse?! It's time you experience the sun's fire in the apocalypse!" As soon as I was dragged outside, boils appeared all over my skin, my bodily fluids began to ooze out, and I started to suffocate. Even so, Lisa simply snorted. "Mom, Dad, and Hal died trying to get your heart medicine, and you can't stand being outside for a second?! No, you will only return inside after two hours!" I tried to tell her that the heat was burning my heart, but I couldn't breathe and

Some things had never been explained, and I would have to investigate them myself. People were complaining about sporadic rain that came without warning and kept ruining their plans. Global temperatures had climbed to an unexplainable degree. The hottest summer on record in our country had topped out around 104°F, and already this morning it was 95°F with no sign of stopping. Even the Antarctic, which had been covered in ice for millennia, was melting. Posts about a possible apocalypse were already popping up online. Most people mocked the writers and called them alarmists. One account stood out, a man who claimed to be a Taoist. He told anyone who believed in the apocalypse to stock up and

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."

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.