Apocalyptic World Novels & Stories

She learned where each edible plant came from and how it looked. She definitely learned which criminal gang was entrenched where. She even learned forty eight numerical codes for most satellites in the world. notice that it’s the satellites in the world, not satellites belonging to the country! Then, she imagined how her life would differ with all this information in her hands. It’s her coping mechanism. In the apocalypse, everyone has one. Life is too hard otherwise! She woke up the next morning, ate a luxurious breakfast before leaving for work. Unlike other people, she knew there’s no need to save for yester-years.

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

Grey said, making a point and the heavenly emperor stared at him. "Fine. Just for the sake of the worlds, I'm willing to put aside our differences and work hand in hand," the Heavenly emperor said. "But, in other for this to work, you will have to separate from Maya. The apocalypse is connected to the merging of the three worlds. If you're still involved with Maya, with The child that She's carrying, whom is a catalyst to the apocalypse, it will become easier for the merging to occur," he explained and Grey looked at Him, unable to speak. •

"We're here because of the apocalypse! So let's set aside other stuff for later. Please." My cheeks were flushed. Leno was shaking with laughter (how I wanted to pour gravy down his shirt) and Helene gave me a knowing wink. Dad cleared his throat and we all turned to him. "Right. The apocalypse," said Dad, looking bemused. "Well, technically, it's the Second Wane, and the TriWorld doesn't like the use of terms like the apocalypse since it may affect public morale. However, it is quite appropriate. There are many things we need to prepare for because of this. I considered putting off my announcement, but since there's no guarantee that any of us will be alive after two years, I decided that n

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

“For Christ’s sake, we shouldn’t go back out there risking our lives for scraps when paradise is right in front of us.” No one spoke. The rest of the team listened in heavy silence, their eyes shifting between Elias and Natasha. Elias continued, his hands moving expressively. “How many of us will you be able to save out there? You gave your blood to four men today. If we hadn’t brought you here, they would have turned. Think about it.” His voice cracked. “I don’t know exactly what happened with your marriage, and you don’t have to tell me. But I know one thing, the world hasn’t ended yet. This place,” he pointed around them, “this is the new world. Let’s live our lives again. Please… don’t t

And it was on the promise Roman had made her—that he would burn the world down before he let them take her. ​Wait for me, Roman, she thought, her eyes fixed on the shadows at the top of the stairs. Because when this world burns, I want to be the one holding the match.