Apocalyptic Sci-fi Books Novels & Stories

Electric lamps illuminated quiet walkways, while children laughed in distant courtyards, unaware of the monsters that ruled the world beyond their borders. To them. The apocalypse was a story. To those who governed this place. It was a memory they refused to repeat. At the heart of the settlement stood the Council Citadel. Its towering white walls overlooked the entire city, its architecture untouched by war. Marble columns rose toward a vaulted ceiling where intricate murals depicted humanity's rise, its fall, and the solemn vow to preserve what remained.

Apocalypse My mind barely registered all the sirens out there, ambulances, firetrucks and arrays of police cars. I was still basking in the aftermath of the chaos and despair. People were still screaming and crying. My smile widened at their suffering. Those fools Finn and Xalvy thought they were going to stop me. I clenched my hands at the mere thought of their names. They are in for a rude awakening. I’m not that defenceless and pathetic woman from so many years ago. Subconsciously, I bared my teeth at the thought of the past.

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

“But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?” I shake my head. “Of course, I didn’t order the sodding apocalypse, you wanker. Why would I do such a stupid thing when my own son and my mate live on earth? That would be illogical.” Mathias places his hands on his hips, “I think we’re blowing this out of proportion. This is probably just a coincidence.” Azazel snorts. “It could bloody well have been if it wasn’t for the fact that this happened in places that have never experienced earthquakes or

the last of them sassed “This is absurd” Mother cried out “You know you can do this without her having to die right?” “Yes but where’s the fun in that” They answered in sync. Totally creeping me out I looked round and found my father and brothers looking at each other with eyes glazed over and I knew they were communicating telepathically “Ugh… so how is this going down…” Mama asked again “Yes!!! Here’s the plan… Chaos will have to…” ****** ****** On the Third Day Alpha River’s P.O.V

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

I gingerly lowered my body into a crouch and my hand trembled as I reached for the thrown glove. My fingertips grazed the black leather. It was enough. This was the reading I had: At some unknown juncture in time, the whole sky would be covered by a flock of ravenlike creatures as far as the eye could see. They formed an endless, waving parade of dark flags as if to call forth armies against a weakened ruler. This deluge swept and flowed ceaselessly with an entomo-mechanical roar and in its heart, a flame-wrapped titan was laying waste to human cities. It was an Apocalyptic sight and sound. All sources of light were missing in the heavens and the days of darkness stretched on to eternity. Th

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.