Apocalyptic Romance Novels & Stories

​At the very top of the flashing gold sequence, a single line of text locked into place: ​​AEGIS HUB 01: EXTERIOR ATMOSPHERIC BREAKDOWN DETECTED. ​​GENESIS PROTOCOL STEP ONE: HARDWARE HANDSHAKE REQUIRED WITHIN 48 HOURS OR LOCAL ATMOSPHERIC DOME FAILS PERMANENTLY. ​Vivian’s blue eyes narrowed into a cold, calculation-driven slate. The timeline hadn't just broken when the apocalypse hit early; it was actively accelerating. The weather dome that was currently keeping their sector from being dissolved by black, acidic rain was on a terminal countdown. ​Julian didn't look at the screen. His gray eyes remained fiercely locked on her face, his large hand still holding her waist with an unyielding,

The three of them held each other tightly under the stars — the same way they had in the darkest days of the first apocalypse. Serena looked at both men, tears still on her cheeks. “We almost lost each other so many times. I can’t lose our family now.” Kael kissed her forehead. “You won’t.” Damien leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, then to Kael’s. “We are stronger together. Always.” Their embrace turned heated — a desperate reaffirmation of their bond. Clothes were shed beneath the moonlight. Kael took Serena with deep, grounding thrusts while Damien worshiped her from behind. They moved together with familiar passion and love, reminding each other why they fought so hard.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

When I glance up and I see Dimitri watching me with a gloomy expression. What is he gloomy about? He is the one whom bit my head off earlier and was rude. Scuffing, I turn my head facing the direction I needed to go. After a fifteen-minute walk to the gazebo, I look at the book and read the title. Supernatural Creatures & Healing I smile mentally thanking Aphrodite for this book. She knew I would need to know this if I was to go to my dream college. This Queen is a blessing, and I will forever be grateful for her.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.

It was close to a miracle that he was talking to me so much today. But it was only to divorce me. Feeling conflicted, I sniffled and signed my name without hesitation. Sebastian frowned slightly at my resolve. His voice was filled with a little sorrow when he said, “Rose, after the apocalypse, we’ll get married again.” I looked away and waved him away in a casual fashion. “You said it yourself. It’s the apocalypse. This certificate doesn’t matter. “Whether we survive next month is uncertain. Why don’t you focus on saving the world, Mr. Scientist Jenkins?”

And something about that tiny breath made me look up, "I forgot." Vincenzo stared at Raphael and Raphael stared back. I nearly dropped my fork because Raphael Capone forgetting something was like the sun forgetting to rise. Dante looked between them, then pointed at Raphael, "Wait. You forgot?" Raphael's jaw tightened. Dante looked genuinely fascinated, "You?" Nobody answered him. Dante slowly looked around the table, "Oh my fucking God. The apocalypse is finally happening." Across from him, Adriano slapped the table, "I knew it."

They were skulking in their rooms on the second floor. He entered his office and headed to the wet bar for a bedtime snack. While the bottle warmed up in the microwave, he wandered toward his desk. Memories of Aya filled his mind. He could see her resting on the blood-red velvet chaise. He could see them kissing by the door. He stopped with a jerk. There on his desk was the silver chain and crucifix. "Aya, no." He reached for the cross, but it instantly seared his flesh. "Shit!" He dropped it and examined the burned skin on his fingertips. Just what he needed—a painful reminder that God had abandoned him. Damn. He would heal overnight, but what would become of Aya? Without the silver cross,