Apocalyptic Sci-fi Books Novels & Stories

“This shouldn’t be happening for months.” A distant siren wailed somewhere across the sleeping city. Caleb’s expression darkened. “Your return fractured the timeline.” The wind howled violently through the harbor. And then— “The apocalypse isn’t coming,” Caleb said quietly. “It’s bleeding into the present.”

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

A fresh, deafening chorus of monstrous shrieks joined the screams of the dying town, creating a cacophony of the damned that vibrated in the bedrock of the earth itself. This was the end. There was no coming back from the threshold I had just been dragged across. The world was ending, and I was bleeding out at its horrific epicenter. My eyelids grew heavy. The frantic flutter of my pulse against the encroaching darkness beat one final time in my throat... twice... then stilled entirely. The searing pain, the suffocating fear, the apocalyptic chaos—all of it receded into the distance, falling away into a vast nothingness.

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

There was a letter on his desk. If he hadn't been a firm non-believer, he might have screamed on the spot. When he opened it and read the contents, a chill ran down his spine. Then, just as quickly, he let out a short laugh. Another one. People claiming the world was ending, disasters piling up, society collapsing, everyone doomed… They saw all kinds of things here. Some confessed the moment the handcuffs went on. Others came in rambling about supernatural powers, claiming they could speak to gods. All they needed was 50 pounds of oil and grain as an offering, and on New Year's Eve, the gods would send down an ark and give them a ticket off this planet.

AVA’S POV After the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed. It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance. And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t. Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing. I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

“War is already here, Samantha! The Fang Trinity, the Black Claws—what is so surprising about it?” “It says a huge chaos is coming to the Silvers where the two keys are born. It means Silver Crescent will face more catastrophes than it already does. Black days are coming, and darkness will swallow it whole, and the rest will turn into ashes. Nothing will remain. There won't even be any skulls or bones left on the ground. There won't even be a single blade of grass. Everything will be covered with dessert. Only it was ashes of the dead instead of sand.” “What the f*ck does that even mean?!” Killian commented, his eyes wide with terror as he stepped back from us, picturing all the horrors that

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.