Apocalypse Z Audiobook Novels & Stories

At the same moment, a loudspeaker extended from the window, and the landlord's voice boomed outside. "Everyone, the apocalypse has begun. I know you're all seeking shelter. I have Tibetan mastiffs, a lion, and crocodiles—each one invincible against zombies. Those who want protection, come to me. "But…" He drew out the word. "Protection comes at a price." A young man poked his head out the window and shouted, "How much?" He was a typical shut-in who had slept through the start of the apocalypse. When he woke up, his only pets were two sewer-dwelling cockroaches. Loyal as they might be, cockroaches weren't much help.

Felix gasped with dismay. “I hate to break this to you, young man, but there are also zombies,” Arthur said in a flat tone. “Where’s the safety factor of being here?” Felix pouted. “We might as well go back above ground.” “Does it look like this on the surface?” Arthur asked. “Is the air as clean? The water as sweet? What about the plant life? There are more advantages than disadvantaged in inner earth, I think.” “But, aliens and zombies are here,” Felix moaned. “There are also prehistoric beasts. I’m not sure that the weather and landscape compensate for all of that.”

“When I collapsed this morning, I had a vision. The monster behind the attacks revealed himself to me. His name is Thanox, and I've seen him before in the first nightmare I had of him many years ago. Caspian, he's truly the one behind the attacks. I had my suspicions, but he confirmed everything this morning. And tonight, he’s coming here. To Nightfall. Thanox plans to destroy the summit. To kill every leader gathered in this pack, including other innocent lives. He’s coming, and if we don’t prepare ourselves, we’re all as good as dead. You have to believe me.” “I believe you Jocelyn.” He blurts out the words on reflex, as if he had already sworn to himself to believe every word that comes f

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

High above the chaos, protected by triple-pane, soundproof ballistic glass, the apocalyptic roar of the dying city was muted into a low, distant hum. Betony stood by the window, her hand resting against the cool glass, watching the black tide sweep across the avenues below. She knew Zaid was hiding something. The memory of his micro-expression, the guarded tension in his jaw, and the encrypted text thread he had tucked away seconds ago sat quietly in the back of her mind. In any other circumstances, her prepper instincts would have demanded an immediate confrontation. But as she watched a four-story commercial building crumble into the black torrent two miles away, the sheer, crushing scale

I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.” His expression remained skeptical. “Are you talking about a zombie apocalypse?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion and slight disbelief, I nodded, “Yes, Zombies,” His face went completely blank. I sighed, “I know how it sounds, but that is the truth.” “You're telling me zombies are going to appear in six days?” he stared at me as he asked the question, “Yes.” I nodded, He just kept on staring. So, I took a deep breath and continued.

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen