Best Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

“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.

His voice remained barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Ivy and Darren to hear clearly. "The apocalypse has already destroyed most supply chains. Food, medicine, fuel, weapons, and equipment are becoming harder and harder to find." He gestured toward the massive facility around them. "But places like this still contain enough resources to keep hundreds of survivors alive for months." Albert continued. "The risk is enormous as there are plenty monsters here, but so is the reward." He glanced toward the assault rifle hanging from Darren's shoulder. "Besides, our weapons have already been upgraded. They're no longer limited to firing ordinary bullets."

I sprayed so much perfume around before I opened the door that I doubt she could even make out mine in there. "Uh huh, apparently Alpha Eligor is furious. He's punishing the night patrol by making them figure out how the Rogues got past them before they're allowed to end their shift. Even if it takes days or weeks, they're not allowed to leave until they know." Ana carries on excitedly. "He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed."

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

"Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's giving up on this zone!" Someone asked, "Wait, so the evacuation's over? We're trapped here forever? With those things out there?" There was a tremble in their voices, and their faces were whiter than tombstones. Yvonne, however, sneered at the crisis. "You guys are losers. This place has enough food to last us three months. Even if the military's not coming, we have enough resources to move around." I tapped into my military-grade comms device and unlocked it. "Calm down. I've talked to a top guy in the military. They're sending in special forces in three days. In the meantime, get some rest and stay on

There was a Level Zero Xenobeast attack. Military cooperation between Base 390 and Base 432 has been established. "We are ready to face the worst apocalypse." Professor from Base 532 discovers a new nuclear-forming substance from the portal. Base 721 is accused of conducting illegal experiments that cause the appearance of more dangerous Xenobeasts. Beware of the Apocalypse! Here’s How to Survive in the Wild. Judge of Base 177 Commits Mass Shooting: Pretext - Xenobeast Infection. Base 221 and Base 641 condemn Base 177's judge as worse as Hitler.

Well, someone predicted the coming of apocalypse five years ago but no one believed him so they cannot just blame him, right? Because of these sense of crisis, many groups emerged out depending on which area they are belonged to. Also, money becomes paper and barter system became the only channel for exchange. However, who wants to barter with the foods they have, right? Some people don’t follow the barter system but steals. If stealing doesn’t succeed, killing proceeds. It is the motto used by barbaric groups who preferred stealing than barter system. These are the whole situation only for the second day of the apocalypse. So, what do you think will happen in the next upcoming days?

At night, I could hear men wailing, women screaming, and children crying without end. As expected, the most terrifying thing in the apocalypse was still humanity. Weeks passed, and most people had completely run out of supplies. A group of people banded together to head out in search of food and supplies. However, they got into a bloody fight over a bottle of water. Meanwhile, another group of people gave in to their darker impulses and began robbing other households and killing people for supplies.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

There were plenty of dual-income families in our neighborhood, and with their kids in their senior year, most parents simply didn't have time to supervise them. So I cleared out my living room and turned it into a completely free evening study room. Every night from seven to ten, I helped the students with every subject and even provided them with a late-night snack. The parents in our group chat praised me constantly, calling me a saint. Then Kendra Hodge, a notoriously difficult mom, moved into Willow Creek. She showed up at my door and demanded that I clear everyone else out so I could tutor her son, Zeke, who hated studying, one-on-one. I politely refused. Her attitude changed on th