Apocalyptic Hero Novels & Stories

But I was shaking so hard I could barely stand. "Don't trust the Father?" I whispered. Aris Vance was the hero of my story. He was the one who had sacrificed himself in the Sarcophagus to save the world. He was the one who had left me the Admin-Key. How could I not trust him? --- ## The Betrayal of the Hero I went back to the house, but I didn't go in through the front door. I slipped through the basement window, creeping past the stacks of laundry and the old exercise equipment.

"But they have exposed themselves. By destroying the Aurora Station, they have removed the stabilization field for the global economy. The world is in chaos. Markets are crashing. Governments are panicking." "And Jack Sterling is the hero," a man in Seat 5 (Thor) growled. "The media is calling him the Savior of the North." "Heroes are heavy," Odin said. "They are burdened by morality. By the need to save everyone." Odin stood up. He walked to the massive window that overlooked a subterranean hangar. Inside, thousands of sleek, automated combat drones were being loaded with munitions. "Initiate Protocol: Ragnarok," Odin commanded.

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.

We'd answered this question dozens of times, but it never got easier. "Because he loved everyone more than he loved himself," I said, kneeling beside her. "He saw The Architect trying to end reality, and he chose to burn his entire consciousness away to save us all." "That seems sad." "It is sad. But it's also the most beautiful thing anyone's ever done." Aaron joined us, his Genesis Flame connection to me still glowing faintly after all these years. "Heroes don't sacrifice themselves because it's easy. They do it because it's right."

Her consciousness exploding into thousands of fragments that scattered across dimensions. "No!" I screamed, reaching for the pieces. "Come back! You do not get to sacrifice yourself! Not after everything!" But she was gone. Scattered so thoroughly that even cosmic power could not reassemble her. We knelt in the council chamber, holding fragments that had been our ally. Our alternate self. Our salvation. "She is gone," Darius said numbly. "She saved us and is gone," Rhett corrected. "That is what heroes do," Marcus whispered. "They save everyone else and sacrifice themselves doing it."

I blinked and stared at him for a while. "But she said she wants someone like Hades... " I can be the man she wants. I was... I don't know but I think I already liked her. This was the very first time I was attracted to someone. Agape is sweet, cheerful and pretty. Her perfect body's a bonus. She is so kind too. And fragile. And a baby. And understanding. I just felt the urge of protecting her. It came from her mouth already. "Rampage, you're not Hades and you know that," he blurted out before shaking his head, "You're Satan. Not Hades. Don't forget that."

Eventually, though the noise faded as we had got so far from each other. Then just before I went into the tent, I heard some voices coming from the cave. I looked over curiously to see what all of the commotions were. What came out were soldiers carrying chests, which seemed to be full of metal. I was sure it was metal as I could hear it all clinking and clanking against each other. There conversation though I could not really understand… “These old Imperium ruins are the best, they have so much wealth…” “How could you say such a thing? They were all impure. Dam dragon bloodlines, they tainted the bodies of such talented people. Making them all heretics. It was lucky we won the holy war, aga

Watching the bloody scene outside the window, my parents turned away and closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer. I stared intently until Chris and Erin breathed their last, and my pent-up anger finally dissipated. [Ding! Revenge achieved. Your inner conflict is resolved, and your mental strength has been greatly enhanced!] [Rage points +2,000! Special rewards: 3 beginner superhuman ability awakening potions.] Looking at the three blue potions that had appeared in my palm, I smiled. With these, my parents could also awaken their abilities, and we would truly have the power to protect ourselves in the apocalypse.

“Brave.” His voice lowered slightly. “When you stood in front of that horde…” He paused briefly. “I’ve seen thousands of people panic since the world collapsed, Natasha. I’ve seen men abandon their own families to survive.” His eyes stayed fixed on hers. “But you…” Aaron smiled faintly like he still couldn’t fully understand it. “You stepped in front of death to protect people.” Natasha stayed quiet. Because honestly, she never thought about it that way. Aaron shook his head lightly. “Even the first day we met. You stood in front of me to stop that infected from attacking.” A soft laugh escaped him. “In this ruined world, most people save themselves first.”

Still, when I looked at the horizon — at the storm clouds gathering again, black and heavy with death — I knew I couldn’t afford to stay weak. Ten days. That’s all I had. Ten days before the apocalypse hit full force. If Verdant Pulse was the weapon I needed to tip the balance… then I’d learn to wield it, no matter the cost. Even if it meant losing a part of who I used to be. ⸻ The Sanctuary thrummed quietly in the back of my mind as I stared at the gray sky. The world was still asleep, unaware of what was coming. But I wasn’t. I had seen it. I had died in it. And this time, when the dead rose again — I’d rise higher.