Apocalyptic Sci-fi Books Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ELEVEN My blood ran cold. I knew that ability. Authority of Dominion. In my previous life, it had belonged to Julius Everton. It was one of the abilities that made him terrifying after the apocalypse. He could force weaker creatures to obey him, suppress their instincts, and eventually control monsters that should have been impossible for a human to command. But he shouldn't have it yet. Not today. Not on the first day. Julius looked at his glowing hand with fascination. The Gold-Hoarder Golem remained motionless in front of him.

She didn’t even notice when she got so cold. “I see you prefer to shop in large quantities,” Yuna looked at the stack of books with a malicious glance. “We don’t have Simmons in the store, but we have a couple of books in stock: “Prayers to the Broken Stone” and “The Fall of Hyperion.” — “Hyperion” is not particularly interesting to me, but I would buy a collection of his stories. - Okay, I’ll call tomorrow and order delivery - it’s too late today. They probably dumped everything. And I'm closing in about twenty minutes. If you don't have plans, then let's go home together.

I swallowed hard, hoping I was wrong, "I think they are trying to get both cells from vampires and werewolves to merge, creating some type of steroid," "Yea... But for who?" "For themselves," Al spoke, "They want to evolve," "Evolve to what?" I asked, He looked over to Amber, who was sniffing the air, listening keenly, not to him but above, "What is it?" "W.I.K.D... Too many to count." "Shit... We have to move and fast. I will stay behind, set the bombs, and d******d that file. Amber takes her... I will catch with you guys"

Evelyn slumped with a contented sigh into the sofa, grateful to be off her feet. As the music swelled into the room, Andrew glanced at the occasional table beside him at her stacks of books. “History of Modern Aeronautics. Works of Michelangelo. Scripta Minoa. I’ve no idea what that even is. Is this your light reading?” he asked teasingly. “Those are the ones I’ve finished and need to return to the library. The other stack are the ones I still have to read.” “I’m deeply impressed. I have no such spectrum of interest.”

His voice suddenly became louder with more strength than before, and his eyes glimmered with anger shading the sorrow behind it. "We. Are. In-vin-ci-ble!" He dragged the last sound of his last word like a war cry of burning passion on a battle field, and his voiced seized right after he ran out of breath. The priest's sermon although were contemplated pleas of a saddened heart, his reality wasn't far off his mind. Life was a walking despair in the year 3084. Earth was not as typical as what Sci-fis before the ascension had theatrically painted over the wide screen of a cinema. There were no monochromatic fashion, super computers, flying saucers and an invasion from the green folks, or cyborg

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Warning: contains dark erotica themes such as non-consensual and/or violent sex Enter at your own risk! The Earth African Continent, Johannesburg Year: 2071 A deadly and extremely contagious synthetized virus breaks out into the world, swiftly taking the lives of millions... The entire society of the planet fastly collapses into a pit of constant war and chaos, reduced to their early ancestors’ primal behavior... Maddened by the fear of facing a violent and excruciatingly painful death caused by the novel virus, Earth’s inhabitants immediately succumb to a reality of savagery, guided by the basic instinct of survival.

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

the Goddess said serenely. I looked at my mother, who seemed lost in deep thought. Suddenly, I felt the scorching heat as the moons drew dangerously close. If they had already neared the Dark Realm, then they must be even closer to the rest of the world, bringing the apocalypse—the end of everything. The entire sky blazed crimson, casting an eerie glow over the land as waves of molten lava surged forward, spreading wider with each passing second. The heat was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of burning ground.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.