Best Apocalypse Manga Novels & Stories

“Go without me. The next volume of the Purple Dawn manga finally came out and it even has a handwritten signature from Hoshino Nozomi herself. I have to read it.” “I can’t believe that you’re my brother.” Ryosuke said and sighs. “Fine but you better be done by the time I come back.” Ryosuke then left while Cai Kang went inside to read. He is a complete nerd when it comes to this kind of stuff. Purple Dawn is his favorite because it has an interesting plot, romance and development. It’s not popular but it is quite an amusing read. Due to his short attention span, he finds the pictures satisfying enough to understand the story. He was taught to not like things considered feminine or unnecessar

"Oh, no, we don't need threats, blackmail is a horrible way to deal, bribery is much better." "And how do you plan to convince me?" "You'll like it, you already know that the Twilight of the Gods is coming, right? Lust has fully awakened, making us the last. Do you understand what that means?" A new silence settled. In this darkness, Midgard's eyes closed and her lips trembled. "... When?" "In less than a year, in a few months, the first wave will hit. This is the time that remains before the rifts lead the apocalypse into this world. This is the time that you have left to take our body, Before..."

Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn as an Ice Dragon with a System: The Story of a young adult man who died buried in an avalanche and was suddenly given wishes based on his last desires, suddenly reincarnating in a Norse mythology-inspired cultivation world as an Ice Dragon with a System! Epic of Summoner: Supreme Summoner System in the Apocalypse: The Story of a young web novelist who is suddenly thrown into an interdimensional apocalypse but given a powerful System that lets him summon his novel characters to aid him!

"The system is lying! It's a glitch!" "A wolfless girl?!" a noble girl shrieked, her voice cracking in pure, unadulterated horror as she pointed a finger at the altar. "She’s a charity case! A servant who scrubs our dormitory floors! How can she be the fated mate of the three Apex Kings?! The Moon Goddess is defective!" "This is an insult to our bloodlines!" a senior Alpha roared, slamming his fist against the concrete barrier. "She doesn't even have an aura! She’s trash!"

He sneers. There it is. Doesn't matter how many years pass, they never forget what I am. I push myself off the stone floor slowly, joints stiff from another night pressed against the damp wall. I don't rush. I don't stumble. Weakness gets noticed here, and noticed things don't last long. I step into the thin strip of torchlight spilling through the open cell. The guard looks... disappointed. They always are. After hearing stories about the Thalorien traitors, people expect something terrifying. A monster. A girl with madness in her eyes.

The cageborn paused, head tilting, as if considering him. Then it lunged. Kieran threw up his arms— and the cageborn slipped through them like smoke, striking his chest. Kieran screamed as black tendrils spread across his skin like frost burning hot. He collapsed, convulsing, eyes rolling back. “No!” I shouted, and the word tried to become panic— I crushed it into a decision. “OFF,” I said. Ash surged from the runes—black cinders lifting like a storm—slamming into the cageborn and ripping it off Kieran’s chest in a violent pull. The creature skidded across the floor, shrieking.

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

Ray arrived in Osav City. Osav City was also a major city of Jayzepan. It had once been densely populated, and even after the apocalypse, a significant number of survivors remained. With the full-scale evolution triggered by the purple moon, the number of ability users here had actually reached two hundred thousand. Ray began a massacre. In this city, he also encountered three of the "Top Ten National Goddesses." Unfortunately for them, their fate had been miserable. They had become playthings of the strong, passed from one owner to another. By now, they had been thoroughly broken—mentally numb, almost inhuman.

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

"I don't think so." "That is a bad answer." "I don't know. I ran. I fell. My cousin—" His voice breaks. "My cousin got grabbed." Maya closes her eyes for half a second. There is always a cousin. A mother. A husband. A kid. A person just out of reach. The apocalypse does not arrive as an event. It arrives as a series of missing names. "Do you have weapons?" "No." "Lift your shirt. Slowly." Skinny ribs. Bruises. No bite marks.