Apocalypse Savior Novels & Stories

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

"No. But if it isn't, won't we have to repeat the Great Rebirth?" Then, turning to Lux, he said, "Your divination is without peer, Lux. Can you see if it is the Coffin of the Gods?" "It's the real deal." Lux smiled and nodded. "It's the core of the apocalypse, an entity that can wipe out all life… The Elysium and the Trinity are now aware, and we can expect trouble. Still, our Pantheon really managed to fool them this time…" Everyone sighed in relief but soon fumed briefly, though that alone shook the very air around them.

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

A low voice reached his ears. Severin blinked and saw Cyrus sitting in front of him, fully armed. He tried to move, then realized he could not. His body was bound tight. "How did you do it?" Severin asked hoarsely. "How did you turn it around?" He could not understand it. He had seen Cyrus tied up himself. There should have been no way out. Cyrus answered calmly, "In the apocalypse, you need a few ways to stay alive." He offered no further explanation. Instead, he went straight to the point. "You don't have time to worry about that. Let's talk about something more important. Like how you're going to cooperate with me. That's the only way you walk away alive."

"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."

What if the world wasn't so bad, and he didn't have to destroy it? No, he couldn't be swayed by his feelings. His mission was to rid the world of humans and until he completes his mission, rest shall elude him. Perhaps his mother was right, she was making him weak. One thing was for sure, he would never allow his love for her change his sole purpose on earth, which was pulverizing it. He was born to annihilate earth. He was the apocalypse! Riri, on the contrary, came to her senses when she had finished pouring out her heart contents. She clasped her hand against her mouth, stupefied when she realized the foolishness of what she had just uttered.

"We’ll have the whole North sector locked down." "It’s not enough," the Don countered. "The Abyss King is restless. The veil is thinning. We need the Savior to be at full strength. Carl, how is the intuition? Can you feel the shifts?" Carl straightened in his wheelchair, his face a mask of humble resolve. "It’s... it’s coming in waves, Father. I can sense the breaches before they happen. The strength is there. I’m ready." I let out a sharp, involuntary snort of derision.

Susan's parents had divorced too, and they had each built their separate families since, leaving her all by herself—she felt all the more lonely during festive seasons. I was the one who married her and gave her a family so she no longer had to wander, and now, she realized once more that she was scared of divorce and didn't want her new family to break up. But it was too late. I called for my mentor for the prayer rites, so my son could pass into the afterlife sooner. When he was done, he looked at me, and then at Susan. Smiling ever so faintly, he poked the center of Susan's forehead. "Even the most venomous snakes never eat their children. After such sacrilege, it's time you become mortal

It’d be Hell on Earth, my own personal torture. As I approach an apartment building on the nicer side of town, I shake my head to clear my mind. I can’t afford to go in with my mind clouded. I need to be alert, ready for when shit hits the fan. My only goal today is to save my daughter, no matter the cost. Favreaux can take the codes, he can have the thirty million stashed away in Chet’s offshore accounts. Fuck it, he can kill me if he wants to —as long as my daughter gets to walk away unscathed.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.