Best Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

“Let it out. Give the mutation what it wants so you can think clearly.” Alex came within seconds shuddering, spilling into his pants, the child kicking wildly in response. The orgasm cleared some of the fog. His mind sharpened. They left the safehouse through the emergency tunnel. Above ground, Lagos had become a warzone. Hybrids roamed the streets in packs, dragging screaming civilians into alleys. The alien ships hovered ominously, blue energy beams occasionally lancing down to “convert” entire blocks at once. Damian and Alex moved like shadows—staying low, using the chaos for cover. Their goal was the old Apex server farm on the outskirts—the one place where they might be able to send a c

Byul just shrugged and start munching on the chips. Stanley then turned to him and said: “Where did you go the night before?” Back then, he was so anxious and angry that he didn’t have the time to ask Byul but since they need to get a hang of things, exchanging few information doesn’t sound so bad. Stanley didn’t hear him reply but since he would stick with him anyway, he didn’t hide what he know and just threw his words out. “I heard from the soldiers before that the apocalypse started two weeks ago and judging by the time frame, it still haven’t spread that far yet. Only few people know what’s really happening and they hinted that some illegal drugs were used to treat some abnormal patient

Birth or apocalypse. Maybe both.

"No way. According to Beastfolk tradition, we're supposed to be completely loyal to the one who saved us. No matter how they treat us, we're bound to endure it. If we break that ancient rule, we'll face severe punishment. How could he do that to you?" I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. "I don't know either. And what do you mean by 'severe punishment'?" "I'm not sure. I only know it's really, really bad." "I see. Forget it. No point thinking about it now." I pulled Blazewing down with me onto the couch. "The heatwave apocalypse is almost here. Shouldn't we be preparing something?" We thought about it. Air conditioners wouldn't help. Once the apocalypse started, the power and water syste

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

Elias’s mind was in total lockdown, the internal voice of Proxy-917 screaming tactical solutions, while the moral compass of Elias Thorne searched for an ethical anomaly. Destruction: Destroying the APME would certainly prevent the Scavengers from using it, but according to the prediction, the subsequent instability would create a power vacuum, allowing a more virulent form of the Syndicate to emerge—a decentralized, brutal shadow government. Neutralization: Allowing the APME to target Julian meant sacrificing the ethical foundation of the new world. Julian was the only one capable of building the transparent Ledger system. Without him, the Foundation would crumble, and the global stabilizat

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

They waited patiently as they heard two or three helicopters sounds . " They might found something weird about the floor yesterday ." Elina looks at her husband that busy taking off the metal's and iron rods also the metals door from the four rooms glass walls . " It's find ... if they are from the military base then we will follow them . Take out few food ingredients with few bags . Don't let them knew you have any ability. It's dangerous . " " I know hubby ." From the novel they read few days ago , the most risk person in this apocalypse world is those who had space ability. So pretending not to have the space is the best way for them right now .

00:25:48. Panic, cold and slick, began to seep into the edges of Anton’s control. He looked at the global map, at the nodes representing hospitals, banks, grids. He thought of the chaos, the cascading collapse. The legacy of his name would not be an empire, but an apocalypse.

"Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..." He let it hang. "If you want my protection, you'll have to pay." A guy leaned out his window and yelled, "How much?" Total shut-in. Slept through the countdown. Woke up with two sewer roaches as his "pets." Loyal or not, roaches weren't saving anybody. Alan smiled. "Sixty pounds of grain per person. Every month." The whole complex exploded. The apocalypse hit out of nowhere. Even the people who panic-bought only had a few hundred, maybe a thousand pounds of food.