Apocalyptic Kdrama Novels & Stories

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

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

Hail curiously asked. Reyan looked at him. “A world, that is – '' he looked at Blue. Blue was taken aback, before he understood. “Her world also suffered an apocalypse?” he said. “Yes.” Reyan nodded in affirmation. Apocalypse. The end of the world. “It’s alright.” Kulv whispered to Blue as he comforted the other. “I am fine.” Blue said and smiled. He has already moved on from his past. Kulv sighed in relief after he saw that Blue really was fine. Then, he turned to Reyan. “What kind of apocalypse did the witch’s world go through?” he asked.

Marvon getting resurrected turned out to be more of a fitting headline, alongside the appearance of one of the seven apocalyptic princes. Everyone has mixed feelings about it. Some say that it is a divine intervention, while others call it a demonic practice. They weren’t wrong about the last assumption, but they have no way of confirming it.

The moment that changed his mind and had him doing the unthinkable- claiming his bride as his own. "They showed me the vision. And all the realms were burning, Zaros. It was essentially an Apocalyptic event. Some shady shit is brewing. Someone is trying to upset the balance of power that currently exists, and the result is pretty dark. Now, I know I haven't been the best monarch of all time but...I care about Natus. I don't want my people to die if I can help. If I can stop it and I know you feel the same way about Traecan."

POV - ESMEE BADEAUX "Stop it!" I scream, putting all my strength into removing Giovanni from Antonio. "Fuck you!" Giovanni barks at Antonio. He grips onto Antonio's collar and aggressively draws him up then smashes his head on the ground. Gasp and cries are heard across the church as people witness the outrageous scene. "Giovanni, Antonio!" Arial cries to both of her sons. "Boys!" Giovanni's father Diego bellows

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

Flying up, I look through the opening and stifle a cry when I see dead bodies littering the bloody ground. I think about what I can do to stop the destruction around me, but all I can do is repeat the apocalyptic prophecies that we’ve read. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjugation, and destruction.

Each fragment that touched my skin burned — but with it came flashes of memory. Battles I hadn’t fought. Enemies I hadn’t faced. Cities I’d never seen. Each version of me had lived through a different apocalypse, a different timeline. And every single one of them had died alone. I stumbled, clutching my chest as the memories poured in. “I can’t— there’s too much—” Echo reached out, her touch steadying me. “You can. You must. The apocalypse doesn’t reset at random, Kiami. It resets because of you. The System anchors time to your death. If you survive the next ten days, the cycle ends.”

Birth or apocalypse. Maybe both.