Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Stories

he asked, and for the first time I heard something under the irritation that sounded almost like unease. I didn’t explain the Collapse. I didn’t mention Sienna, or the street corner, or the version of myself that had died believing he would come back for her. I only told him that from now on, I would be reviewing my own finances personally, and ended the call before he could argue further. He didn’t understand what had changed. But for the first time in ten years, he understood that something had. ----- After the call, I opened my private countdown document and added a new heading beneath the others.

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.

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.

The Astropheles, fueled by our new, defiant purpose, leaped towards the cataclysm. When we emerged, the view was apocalyptic. The star was a raging inferno, lashing out with waves of plasma that were vaporizing nearby planetoids. Three fragile, ring-world habitats, beautiful and delicate, hung in the path of the destruction. We could feel the silent, desperate prayers of billions. And we could feel something else. The subtle, gossamer touch of the Weavers' narrative. They were already here, observing, framing the event. We could sense the shaping of the story: A Tragic, Inevitable Cataclysm.

Howard's expression turned grave, "The UN paranormal activities division has gathered prophecies from various seers, including old Nostradamus, along with new predictions from other sources. In the second millennium of the Moon Goddess's battle, we believe the Dark King intends to open the future gate, leading our world into an apocalypse." Antonio chuckled, "You won't believe it, right?" Howard's expression turned grave, "We, the UN paranormal activities division, take these matters seriously. We've thwarted world-ending events before—in 1999, the devil prince's apocalypse; in 2012, a catastrophic earthquake by dealing with the inner earth; even in 2022, we stopped a virus that could have t

It had actually reached from America to the Atlantic! “What is tha…” *Woomp* The next minute the adorations of men turned into screams of horror as what seemed like the apocalypse descended right on earth, as soon as the lights touched earth it went on traveling, moving forward and devouring, anything it touched that wasn’t humanly crumbled up into dust and any living thing encountered turned into oblivion like they never existed. People screamed as they watched this insanity happen, who could ever believe that the apocalypse that would come on Earth would suddenly descend and eliminate all humans without warning?

Where do I begin? I took a slow breath then stepped forward. “My people…” the words barely left my mouth before a scream came from somewhere in the crowd. I froze. Another scream followed. Then another. I thought more people started dying right in front of us. That was until people began pointing toward the sky. I slowly lifted my head and my blood ran cold. I had seen strange things before. I had heard stories of omens, prophecies and signs from the gods. But I had never seen something like this. The moon was red, not pale red, not the colour of a sunset. It looked as though it were bleeding and flames surrounded it.

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.”

“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.

That sounded way better in my head. "Dean, I think it's time we tell you about yourself." Brianna replied clearly not surprised. "About myself? I don't understand," I said grasping at straws. "What about myself?" I asked quizzically. "Dean, Tyler, sit down." "Dean, you're the cause of the Apocalypse" Brian said looking deadpan. "Because of you, the world dies" Brianna added. "Wait, what? I don't understand, I really don't." Tyler jumped up in my defense.