Apocalyptic Hero Novels & Stories

Hayley had analyzed long ago why Scott's base was doomed to fall. But she had to admit that when Scott's war machine first ignited, it was the most terrifyingly powerful force of the early apocalypse. The apocalypse demanded extreme centralization. Only by compressing human strength into a single will could people fight back against it. Scott was exactly that kind of madman, someone willing to sacrifice everything for absolute control. And as for people like that, Hayley's feelings were very clear.

From their conversation, James learned more about the Supernatural rank. Those who reached the Supernatural rank were not actually invincible. There was another rank above Supernatural. The rank was called Herculean. Reaching this rank made one truly invincible. Tyrus told him that in order to protect humankind in the apocalypse, one would have to become Herculean to be able to fight off the monsters and foreign beings that would appear in the future. Hearing this, James drew in a sharp breath. Supernatural, Herculean, everything sounded out of this world.

“My endgame? Oh, Sera, you still don’t understand, do you? This isn’t about me. It’s about the balance of power. The Apocalypse Key is just a tool—a means to an end.” “And what end is that?” I demanded. “To reshape this world into something better,” he said, his voice taking on a fanatical edge. “To cleanse it of weakness, of corruption. And you… you’re either with us or against us.” I tightened my grip on my sword, every muscle in my body tense. “I’ll never join you. You’re insane.” “Perhaps,” he said, his smile widening. “But I have something that might change your mind. Or at least… make things more interesting.”

he asked her and she nodded. "you? Mitchell?" "I'm good. She was mumbling to herself when I left, but at least she isn't going to harm herself, so that should be good enough for now." Jason said and I nodded. "alright. Jason, now that you're here, the trio is complete and we can actually plan for the apocalypse." "So there is an apocalypse?" Jason asked, and turned to Kylie, who shrugged. "I had a vision. He raised the dead from the village of ashes. They are his own revenant warriors. It's crazy."

And we were ready for whatever came next. The months that followed were busy. We continued to rebuild. We continued to heal. We continued to create a new world. And we did it together. Adrian was at my side. He was still Adrian. Still human. Still mine. But he was also something more. He was the new Apex. A leader. A protector. A hope. And I was Scarlett Vale. The woman who had died and come back to save the world. The woman who had fought the Apex and won.

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

What if the world wasn't so bad, and he didn't have to destroy it? No, he couldn't be swayed by his feelings. His mission was to rid the world of humans and until he completes his mission, rest shall elude him. Perhaps his mother was right, she was making him weak. One thing was for sure, he would never allow his love for her change his sole purpose on earth, which was pulverizing it. He was born to annihilate earth. He was the apocalypse! Riri, on the contrary, came to her senses when she had finished pouring out her heart contents. She clasped her hand against her mouth, stupefied when she realized the foolishness of what she had just uttered.

My mate, David, was hailed as the most generous wolf in our pack. He donated his entire ten-thousand-dollar monthly salary to the wolf orphanage. He didn't keep a single cent for himself. The heavy mortgage, his parents' expensive herbal medicines, and the pack academy tuition all fell squarely on my shoulders. I had to pay for everything using my salary as an emergency room doctor. I worked several forty-eight-hour night shifts in a row at the pack hospital. My inner wolf was utterly exhausted, but my salary was never enough to cover our expenses. Having no other choice, I tried to talk to David. "When you get paid next time, could you leave just a little bit of money for us?" To my su

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”