Apocalyptic Fiction Novels & Stories

It is only because of this job she could go home, relax in her tub and read a web novel before sleep even after the apocalypse. Her favorite are rebirth apocalypse novels and dashing hero ones. After all, we only ever like fantasy when reality is utterly disappointing. There is no way to reincarnate even with all the weird abilities going around. If there were any good men in the world, they did not survive past the first week of the apocalypse. She knew very well what she would do if she were the lead of either story. If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family.

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.

They are a single hand trying to plug a dam made of sieves. The Cage groans. A deep, seismic agony that is my own. I am the foundation, and I am coming apart. The pressure is everywhere. Inside. Outside. My consciousness, already fractured, is flooded with dream-nightmares not of my own making. Apocalyptic visions. The Unraveler, free, devouring galaxies in a blink. The Gardener, unbound, turning all of reality into a screaming, overgrown jungle. The Consensus, perfected, reducing existence to a single, silent, logical equation. The end of all things. Not with a bang, but with a thousand different, simultaneous whimpers. This is it. The sum total of our fight. Our victory. This screaming, gr

"Six days. The first quake. Then the power. Then the collapse. You remember it differently than most—you lived it once already." The air left my lungs. "How do you—" "Because I'm like you." He leaned forward. "Not exactly. I didn't come back the same way you did. But I know what you are. And I know what's hunting you." I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "You're a Hell Maiden, Emma." The words hung between us. I laughed. It came out sharp and disbelieving. "A what?" "Hell Maiden. The apocalypse doesn't just end the world. It opens doors. And women like you—who've been through fire and come out harder—you're the ones who walk through those doors changed."

I gingerly lowered my body into a crouch and my hand trembled as I reached for the thrown glove. My fingertips grazed the black leather. It was enough. This was the reading I had: At some unknown juncture in time, the whole sky would be covered by a flock of ravenlike creatures as far as the eye could see. They formed an endless, waving parade of dark flags as if to call forth armies against a weakened ruler. This deluge swept and flowed ceaselessly with an entomo-mechanical roar and in its heart, a flame-wrapped titan was laying waste to human cities. It was an Apocalyptic sight and sound. All sources of light were missing in the heavens and the days of darkness stretched on to eternity. Th

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...

Without Aria anchoring the sanctuary, the realm began to collapse. "No!" Vincent cried out, understanding what was happening. The sanctuary was destabilizing. Without an anchor, without someone holding it together, it would fall. And when it fell, every refugee species would be forced back into the physical world - millions of beings, many of them enemies, all suddenly present in a realm that couldn't possibly accommodate them. It would be apocalyptic. "You've lost," the primordial being said with satisfaction. "The sanctuary will fail. Your refugees will overflow into your world. And then the real war begins. The war that was always destined to happen."

Old systems collapsed, and while some groups tried to patch things back together, the currents of this new era were way too big for them to steer. New bases or camps rose everywhere. A camp-based civilization was becoming the norm. Anyone trying to bring back the old pre-apocalypse order was just stuck in the past. So nobody should expect the apocalypse to end. That would be a pipe dream. Things would only go back to normal when the virus was totally gone, if that was even possible. The future would be built around bases, and glory would only revolve around camps. Hayley knew they were just small fries back at Base K1, the kind the base wouldn't bother sending rescue teams for. They weren't

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

Unlike now, UVirus is still unknown, and then we couldn't grasp the situation anymore because its effect wasn't just death, but a zombie apocalypse. In this year, the zombie apocalypse was just fiction, something that is used for Sci-Fi books and movies to add spice to the plot, catch a reader or watcher's attention, and is used for entertaining, so no one expected it as the effect of the UVirus. But then now here it is. We are just lucky because we are here in the facility, safe and sound, while the people outside are suffering, struggling to survive, and run for their lives both from the UVirus and zombies.