Best Apocalypse Manga Novels & Stories

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.

"Ash, what is that?" "That's a god," Ash said, his hand tightening on Rhea’s. "And we just took away the only thing that could stop it." Rhea stepped to the very edge of the balcony, her furs whipping around her as the red wind began to howl. She looked at the colossus in the sky, her golden eyes reflecting the end of everything. She felt the golden band between her and Ash vibrate with a final, desperate frequency. "Ash," she said, her voice calm and terrifyingly clear over the roar of the apocalypse.

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

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt. “Fresh meat!” one of the warlords shouted loudly. “The breeder is open for use! Take her! Break her!” Dozens of men immediately surrounded me. The apocalypse orgy began in earnest. The first man grabbed me by the hair and forced me onto the hood of a burned-out car. He slammed his cock into my pussy and started fucking me hard, the metal creaking under us. Another man climbed onto the hood and shoved his cock down my throat. Two more grabbed my hands, making me stroke them while they watched.

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

Her gaze swept over Valerie from head to toe. "You broke both your legs?" Valerie stiffened. "Yes." That confirmed it. She really was the tragic heroine from Jason's over-the-top melodrama. Both legs broken, swept away by a typhoon, and somehow still alive. More importantly, this was the seventh year of the apocalypse. Every doctor Nicole had seen looked pale, gaunt, and exhausted. Valerie was thin as well, but somehow, her complexion was still fair and almost glowing. Jason certainly knew how to pick them.

I'm glad to announce that Black River's first part “ Apocalypse Uprising ” is coming to an end. To all who have reached this part, and have started from the very first chapter of this book, I'm truly grateful and I would love to share my heartfelt appreciation for taking your time and reaching this point of this epic journey. [ Finales mark the end of every mega substory (additional plots or sub-plots with more than five chapters that play a major role in the entire plot development ), or book and they are usually in three parts. ]

“But you’re a leader. And that matters more.” --- Elsewhere — The Obsidian Warpath Savannah rode at the head of the Obsidian army, flanked by elite black-armored wolves and bond-breaker mages. At her side, Graham Wolfe wore a smug grin, but there was unease behind his eyes. “She’ll fight,” Graham said. “She’s changed.” Savannah’s eyes glinted. “Then we remind her what happens when little girls play goddess.” Behind them, the Elders moved in floating carriages of enchanted steel. The war priests whispered ancient chants, binding power to weapons forged from moon ore and dark blood rituals.

Charlie nodded firmly and said, "I believe the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book is like a Pandora's box. Once it's opened by someone who meets the criteria, everything starts to be subtly influenced by it. From there, events unfold like a series of dominoes, being triggered one after another in a preordained direction." He then added, "It's possible that both the Preface and the Apocalyptic Book are part of a larger domino setup created by someone. However, ordinary people wouldn't be able to set this in motion. Only when someone with a Dragon Fate triggers the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book can the chain reaction naturally progress to its later stages." Vera frowned and murmured, "The autho