Apocalypse Story Novels & Stories

she reported. “Lied to me? About what exactly?” I asked. “I had lied to you about the kinds which were taken out during the Padre’s exorcism.” she confessed. “Okay? Yes ! what about them?” I asked. “They were the key to unlock the apocalypse, they were the ones that would be used for the experiment. The padre found out about the time traveller during the exorcism but he didn’t know who it was at that time. You see those one that were affected by the Padre’s chants are the ones for the testing. They have abilities of transforming into forms. Their powers came from an ancient spirit whom the general knows very well he knows their strength and weakness, so he knows the chants very well to make

A journey of five young people will show you how to overcome your worst fear and fight your most formidable foe. I can't guarantee how the storey will end. So, get ready to travel in a new world system, set aside everything, because your world is about to implode... In 2075...

Whilst all around them society descended into over-regulated conservatism (cinema, television, the Internet, and literature taking the hardest prohibitive hits—people had actually been fined for reading banned ‘supernatural’ books and comics featuring the undead, even those published well before the outbreak), religion had taken an unexpected backseat. Geraldine had been of the assumption that the apocalypse, which she’d always known would come on slow, would end up sending people flocking back to the church. Only no. Faith, itself, had been infected. Though in the end, at the pitiful, sad conclusion of it all, most people came around. Death made believers out of most. And that was her role

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

The worst possibility came to him almost instantly, tightening his chest. Had Jack kept the bodies as spare rations? The thought made his skin crawl. Every hair on his arms stood upright. But the idea fit too well. In this kind of cold, the ground itself worked as a natural refrigerator. Nothing spoiled. People in apocalypse stories always turned to cannibalism. History held records of famines where neighbors ate neighbors. Years of peace had dulled those memories, but the end had stripped them bare. Cyrus inhaled deeply and steadied his heartbeat. He accepted reality faster than most. He had lived through an apocalypse before. He had been eaten once. He knew what hunger could do to a mind.

We will soon know so let’s get back to the story. “Was anyone able to defeat them?” Lennon asked wanting to know if they can find that person and ask them to help them, or try to do what they did and defeat the demons. “Yes, Noah. But he is too young now and we can’t depend on him, he is a child.” Maya forgot to add that the original apocalypse was twenty years from now, so they won’t be able to relay on the book’s characters to help them because probably all of them are kids or teenagers.

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."

The angel and the prince resolved to descend into hell and return to the place where he could truly protect them, but even though the child in the angel's womb was the fruit of their love, she felt something heavy in her chest when she heard the voice of her father who would curse the child that would be born to her and Callisto. "He will die even before the 666th blood eclipse occurs and not even he who rules death can bargain about it, for even his soul will crumble at the end of his curse" from the words she heard from her father last time and along with that came her doom and death. Slow and painful. The truth was that all this destroyed the prince's soul and as soon as his wife gave bir

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.