Apocalyptic Worlds Novels & Stories

he muttered. He glanced around. This was his apartment. Everything was exactly as he remembered it. And yet, the air was warm and comfortable. That made no sense. In December 2050, the world had plunged into a new Ice Age. A supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away had triggered a global cataclysm, later called the Frostfall.

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.

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face.

Guardian confidently began to explain the so-called good news from him. In short, Guardian's explanation was something very simple. In that blissful world of magic and fantasy related by Guardian he is in a state of stagnation and was slowly falling into decline. According to Guardian, the world functioned mechanically similar to a certain RPG with dungeons and fire-breathing reptiles. Apparently Guardian had already sent other people to that world, some were more successful than others, apparently, according to Guardian, the vast majority of reincarnates, not to say all, had died, many died of old age and others had bad luck or took bad decisions.

Hail curiously asked. Reyan looked at him. “A world, that is – '' he looked at Blue. Blue was taken aback, before he understood. “Her world also suffered an apocalypse?” he said. “Yes.” Reyan nodded in affirmation. Apocalypse. The end of the world. “It’s alright.” Kulv whispered to Blue as he comforted the other. “I am fine.” Blue said and smiled. He has already moved on from his past. Kulv sighed in relief after he saw that Blue really was fine. Then, he turned to Reyan. “What kind of apocalypse did the witch’s world go through?” he asked.

I need to make sure if I can at least act like my normal self for a better job. "Except for those who already know the body's character, you can act freely in front of anyone." Okay, that's cool, I thought. "For the first time, you said something great." It's just a ball but I swear I can imagine it pouting its non-existent lips. "Can you tell me what my tasks are in this world?" "Sure!" Red Strings of Fate World of Gods and Immortals Grade Level: S+ Main Tasks: • Protect the Aphelion's family (35,000)

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

Outside the window, the collapse of the world intensified. Skyscrapers fell one after another. The ground split open with massive cracks, where rivers of molten lava gushed out, staining half the sky a burning red. The wind howled violently. Rain poured down in sheets. Hailstones crashed against everything in sight. The entire world was shaking and falling apart. The cries of people grew fainter and fainter until they eventually disappeared completely. Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster.

"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."

… Through Leo's and my persistent efforts in leading the team to search high and low within the former forests for clues, we finally managed to find the main source of the water contamination. A massive meteorite had fallen on Earth and was now sitting on the peak of a mountain, transmitting its destructive radiation down through the roots of the trees and contaminating all nearby water sources on Earth. The apocalypse had happened because of this meteorite. Octoria, one of the major countries, had launched missiles at it, intending to shatter the meteorite before it entered the Earth's stratosphere. However, they hadn't known then that the meteorite would turn out to be so hard and dense.