Apocalyptic World Novels & Stories

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

"They say the Earth is a 'nursery' that has reached its expiration date. They say the soil is poisoned by too much history. If we don't cross now, we stay here for the sterilization of the next cycle. They won't stop until the Gene is gone." ​I looked out through the shattered windows of the Spire at the horizon. The red fire of the Architects' field was gone, but the world below was a chaotic mess of smoke, fire, and societal collapse. Aethelgard was a broken cage, the Red Wasteland was a vast graveyard, and the pack was scattered across a planet that now knew we existed—and likely feared us more than they feared the Hive. We were monsters in the eyes of the people we had just saved.

Elise led Lucas to a red Porsche and got in with him. Lucas stifled a laugh. These cars actually existed in the parallel world. One had to know that they were in the apocalyptic world. The infected areas and base cities were two completely different worlds. The faces of the men and women in base cities were more or less adorned with blissful smiles. Zombies were the least of their worries as the Fighters Alliance was there to defend them. The Fighters’ Alliance was the strongest human force in the apocalyptic world with many sub-alliances scattered across various base cities.

"About your extinction fantasy? Yes." "Fantasy?" She showed news footage. Massive earthquake in Japan. Hurricane in Florida. Volcanic eruption in Indonesia. All within six hours. "These aren't natural disasters. These are accelerations. The collapse is speeding up. I give humanity ten years. Maybe less. When food runs out and water dries up, people will kill each other. Wars. Genocides. The end of everything. Unless we're ready. Unless we've built the ark." "You're insane."

They would be able to kill at anytime and attack anytime, which is definitely going to Lead into a very disaster for the person, the world have to fight both by the day and by the night, no one wo ever be able to be free every again, the world is going to be more like a bondage, and no one would be able to o get out of it do easily, The world will keep on fighting and fighting all the days of their lives, and there is no way all of them will survive, it is going to be like a battle upon battle, fight on fight, destruction upon destruction. Lord Salem main aim is to turn the world Into his, be want to make the whole world his army of death, they would fearless walk round the Earth, and make s

Since pixilettes were in charge of the changing seasons as well as plant life there, she had her hands full. National news in the human realm, which continued to post the countdown to total darkness, was filled with reports of crazed animals and even more demented humans and supernaturals alike. Several church groups believed the world was in the midst of the apocalypse. I could see their point. It was my fault. Again. The plethora of Akuma and the pestilence were consequences of my wish. I saved Laeddin and pissed off the oldest and vilest vampire the world had ever known.

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.

"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."

Because it sounded exactly like something everyone else had been saying. There was always another layer. Another secret. Another person claiming they knew the truth better than me. “What did they do to me?” Adrian looked at me for a long moment. Then he answered. “They prepared you.” The words made my stomach twist. “For what?” He didn’t respond immediately. That was worse. Because whatever the answer was, he knew it mattered. Finally, he said: “For the world that was coming.” I frowned. “What world?” “The one where systems fail. Governments collapse. Technology becomes uncontrollable. Human beings become dependent on things they cannot understand.”

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”