Apocalyptic Kdrama Novels & Stories

It was something I had always wanted to do. Now, with his mind completely broken, I had the perfect reason. "Darling, don't leave me," he begged. "Please don't leave me here." I patted his face, suddenly feeling amused. "Darling? I'm not your wife anymore. You've killed me with your own hands." I hoped the psychiatric ward could cleanse Gideon of his sins. In the end, I donated all five million dollars to the Children's Fund. March's spring breeze blew gently.

The collapse of the Jade-Chrome central server spire painted the acid-rain night sky of Neo-Kunlun a blinding, apocalyptic crimson. Blaring anti-air sirens ripped through the perpetual hum of the cyber-metropolis. Down in the neon-lit alleyways, total chaos erupted. Thousands of low-tier cultivators, their cheap cybernetic limbs whirring in panic, stared blankly up at the sky. The mechanical dragon that was supposed to be their invincible guardian had dissolved into black pixels in the toxic downpour.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

"They have her... Kaelor, they have her..." "I’ll get her back," Kaelor growled, his thumb rubbing hard against Aradaa's jaw. "Focus on me. Just me." Slowly, the light faded. Aradaa slumped into the carpet, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. Voren was gone. The ballroom was a ruin of blood, glass, and terrified men. "You’re a monster," the Southern don spat, stumbling toward the exit. "Both of you. This isn't a government. It’s an apocalypse."

The revelation unfurled like a dark tapestry, weaving a tale of malevolence and perversion, casting a pall of dread upon the fateful convergence of the fallen angels, and heralding the impending clash of darkness and divine will that would come to define the fate of worlds. Asmo's mind reeled with the stark realization of the impending calamity, the weight of the world's impending doom pressing heavily upon him. "I can't believe this," he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief and revulsion. "This year is going to be a nightmare for the world."

"Captain Caldwell, how do you usually handle stuff like that in your base?" Hayley asked. "The internal management isn't really my business," Liam said, "but if someone dies, the killer dies, too." Hayley couldn't help but laugh. Karma sure had a funny way of circling back. In this apocalypse, everything was scarce, especially medical resources. Bernard and Eleanor, already riddled with problems, had little chance of surviving after being beaten like that. Hayley hadn't expected this ending for them. They were killed and abandoned by the son and grandson whom they had spoiled their whole lives.

“Alessia—if anything happens to you—” “It won’t,” she said calmly. Kade looked between them, throat tight. Selene sighed impatiently. “They have a lovely dynamic, but we do have an apocalyptic tear threatening to swallow the realm, children.” “Shut up,” Kael snapped without looking at her. Alessia released Kade’s arm, stepping toward the swirling abyss. “Kade,” she said. “It’s time.” His breath trembled. “Will… will it hurt?” “Yes.”

I was not about to do something so extreme, but I also wasn’t about to go easy on her. It didn’t take long before I pulled my car into the large parking lot of the largest supermarket on this side of the country, Apex. They were a major distributor to pretty much all the other supermarkets, so, I knew I would be able to get all I needed from them. Even though they were supposed to be a supermarket, the first impression anyone would get when they got into Apex was that it was just a large warehouse. They pretty much had the entire block. I had only been here a couple of times, but I knew that their shelves were packed full of non-perishables, solar and industrial generators, and enough dry fo

"The term until the final match is quite long. Do you want to go to Chuncheon and eat spicy stir-fried chicken?" Haneul Jang moved his lips while holding the drink Yuhwan handed. Of all things, to think it is Chuncheon. It is the exact place where Yuhwan died and he also lost memories by an accident in the past life. When even that wound-filled memory caught by Do-wan Yoo overlapped, Haneul Jang's heart began to fluctuate unmanageably.

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.