Apocalyptic World Novels & Stories

" too?! " " Didn't you hear him red ? " Daryl said. " This Apadore place exist in a different dimmension! " " So no one in Apadore would be effected! " Eric said. " Also it would kill off any humans on earth or hybrids who didn't play ball! " Daryl said. " So he wants to blow up the world just so he can regenerate it ?! " Adrain said. " Yeah! That way, hybrids would be the only species on Earth! " I said.

Its branches bent toward the crack. The five worlds trembled. Auren's expression changed. “That's not good.” “What now?” Adrian asked. “The new world is trying to connect.” “Then let it.” “No.” Auren shook his head. “If it connects naturally, it will absorb the structure of the existing worlds.” Elara frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means everything you've built will disappear.” Zayn stared. “Again?” Caelan looked at him. “Apparently.” “I'm beginning to hate saving reality.”

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

On May 5, 2023, at 16:37 everyone fell asleep. In which everyone becomes paranoid, thinking about conspiracy theories, not finding a cure, but until then and in a short time, thousands of people would fall into despair, they would all literally, would be afraid, create new viruses that would literally emerge diseases, aftereffects. The world that will take the people who are left in a bad economy, so bad that the world would fall into a series of problems, which would simply lead to people being taken by the wind, by the plague, the horsemen of the apocalypse returning to the world, thousands of people just couldn't deal with each other, fights, conflicts, wars that would never end, whatever

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

Vincent turned to Anderson, who approached the glass wall, looking at New York City from above. "I will be away for the next few days. There are important things I have to do. While I'm away, please watch the lab and update me. They're starting to produce the virus. Our clients are waiting," said Anderson, making Vincent more nervous. The end of the world will become more apparent. "Sir, shouldn't we just stop all this?" Anderson glanced briefly at Vincent. "The world will end. The vampires are roaming everywhere, then humans will die. There will be a big war!" Vincent gave Anderson a picture of an apocalypse.

Looking at the Callahans, James answered honestly, “Last night’s rain is one of the Calamities before the seal comes undone. This means that the apocalypse is upon us.” Then, James began stating the rules. One, they would have to remain indoors at all times. Two, they would have to spend all their money on food and store the food away. Three, they would have to increase their cultivation base as much as possible. That was because might makes right during a calamity like this. James told them the rules with a grim expression on his face. Upon hearing what he had to say, the Callahans remained silent. After some time, Lex sighed deeply. “What the hell is going on? How did our world turn out th

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

“Earthquakes. Floods. Collapses. I went into the broken buildings.” He says it without emphasis, which is how Maya has learned to recognize the things that cost him most. “Everyone runs out of a building when it comes down. Somebody has to be built to run in.” Maya says nothing. “Fifteen years going in after people.” His mouth shifts. “Then the world ends, and the apocalypse mostly removes the people part.” He looks again at the mark. “Now I clear rooms with nobody left inside and label them for a team that isn’t coming.” A small shrug. “Some habits are load-bearing. Pull them out, and I’m not entirely sure what’s keeping the rest of the wall standing.”

“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.”