Apocalyptic Hero Novels & Stories

The members' happy voices came out of the hole. Joshua and Irene went ahead. "You're just a regular human, Sera. You don't have to go in." The Ability I awakened after the apocalypse hit made me a Healer. I'd never have failed in that mission if not because I wanted to save Irene. He'd also have never gotten the chance to strip me of my Ability. Then, Irene looked at me. I saw a lot of things in her eyes, and it stunned me. She told me silently, "Run!"

"And she's also agreed to build us a doomsday shelter and invest an equivalent amount in gold bars." The picture I painted was far too tempting. The resistance on their faces began to waver. Daisy asked in a low voice, "Then… what if the apocalypse never comes?" "If it doesn't," I replied calmly, "we'll still have the gold." That sentence shattered their final line of defense. I pressed on while the iron was hot. "Dad, this is our only chance. Either we cling to a house that will be worth nothing in the apocalypse and wait to die together—

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

I wanted to tell him that this was his fault for summoning Lilith. If he hadn’t needed “answers” then I’d still be blissfully unaware of my dark origins. But he couldn’t have known that this was what would happen. “What do we know, really?” I snapped, pushing myself away from his chest, letting his hands fall to my hips instead of holding me close to him. “I’m the fucking anti-christ, and you’re apparently my champion for the apocalypse—” “That’s if we believe her,” he offered, but I only shook my head as I stepped away from him. I could feel his eyes on me as I paced his apartment like a caged tiger.

"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."

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

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.

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.