Apocalyptic Fiction Novels & Stories

she continued, “there’s this sound. Not thundering, something far worse. Like the sky is breaking. People start screaming. Some run, others freeze. Buildings begin to shake, then topple. Now you’re caught in the middle of chaos. You can’t find shelter. The earth shakes beneath your feet, lightning splits the sky, and the sun and the moon both go dark. You can’t even remember the last time you saw real sunlight. The world feels like it’s ending.” A long silence. Calvin’s breathing was slower now, measured. Finally, he opened his eyes. “Do you believe in the apocalypse?”

Wright demanded. "Because Future Maya was wrong. Not about Victor—I believe he becomes the monster she described. But wrong about the solution. Killing him doesn't fix what's broken. It just removes one symptom of a disease." Maya picked up the device. "The real problem isn't that Victor Kane exists. It's that apocalypse creates conditions where Victors thrive. Where brutal efficiency wins. Where compassion loses. Where humanity itself becomes a liability." "So what's your alternative?" Catherine asked.

"Vaccine?" Willa froze. Crack. I swear I heard it—her plot armor snapping clean. Didn't wait. A vine whipped out from me and smacked her across the face, leaving a red welt. Just as I figured. This was an apocalypse story—and Willa only thrived in ruins. End the world's collapse, and all her privilege goes down with it. Still, I didn't take her or Gabriel out. Not yet. The crimes they committed? The people would decide.

I rubbed my forehead gently, feeling a little throbbing in my head that made me a little dizzy. I could barely tell if it was day or night as I gazed out the window. But each day was dragging me closer to the apocalypse. And as strong as I felt, even with better vision that I could see people walking from kilometres away, I didn't know if I was ready for it. If I was going to not only survive the apocalypse but also take in survivors who would have nowhere else to go. With a sigh, I was about to make my way downstairs when a crazy thought clicked in my head and my lips curled into a smile.

"About your extinction fantasy? Yes." "Fantasy?" She showed news footage. Massive earthquake in Japan. Hurricane in Florida. Volcanic eruption in Indonesia. All within six hours. "These aren't natural disasters. These are accelerations. The collapse is speeding up. I give humanity ten years. Maybe less. When food runs out and water dries up, people will kill each other. Wars. Genocides. The end of everything. Unless we're ready. Unless we've built the ark." "You're insane."

When he woke up that morning and saw the water had risen again, it only confirmed it for him. This really was the apocalypse. "Yesterday, we only cleared my office building," he said. "There are two more nearby. We should hit them while we can. Better we take them than someone else." Nicole had originally planned to just fill up her apartment and storage space, then lie low. Now that her space had grown by another 5,000 cubic feet, her interest came right back. Food wasn't the problem anymore, but food alone wouldn't keep you alive in a world like this. Having too much could even get you killed.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.