Best Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

His comment made Scarlet, Rayne, and Rexy delighted. Biggy was the captain of the Apocalyptic Legion and the most powerful zombie. He was a Rank 5 Honorable Ranked Zombie. Lucas led the Apocalyptic Legion to an abandoned city. Behind it was a black mountain that was giving off a very strong presence. That mountain was the most powerful Dark organization in the southern region of the Holy Land, the Dark Mountain. As for the city… Perhaps no one had visited the place in a very long time. There were lots of zombies there.

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

This time, my parents believed her completely. Other than the house we were living in, they sold the storefront and the car in a rush, converted everything into cash, and started stockpiling supplies. They ordered tens of tons of flour, bought several large freezers to store chicken, beef, fish, and pork, and hauled truckloads of daily necessities, clothes, underwear, and bathroom supplies into the house. "In the late stages of the apocalypse, anti-inflammatory medicine will be the hardest to find. We should stock up now. Later, a single pill could be worth a cow."

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

It might even be a disastrous war that could destroy the entire planet! As Javier would call it, building a utopia was like having a bunch of fools playing along with a madman. If the madman won, he’d become the sole ruler of the world. If he lost, the entire world would be gone. The only right thing to do against someone like that was remove them from existence entirely.

she asked. Aaron looked at her calmly. “Do what?” “Act like a gentleman during the apocalypse.” That faint smile appeared again. “Only around you.” Natasha immediately looked away before he could see the effect of that answer. The drive through New Haven was peaceful. The deeper they traveled beyond the central district, the more Natasha noticed how structured everything truly was. Security towers stood positioned strategically along the roads. Automated drones occasionally crossed overhead. Power grids illuminated entire streets without interruption. This was not survival anymore. This was civilization rebuilding itself. Eventually the city lights behind them began fading as Aaron drove far

I pushed my hands away from me, as if that would stop the madness of killing me. My breathing became laboured, I was gritting my teeth, trying to cope with this excruciating pain, and I was drenched in sweat. I needed to tap into Antone’s power, and quickly. I don't care what he said last time. It’s the only way right now to delay the inevitable. Before I could close my eyes to tap into his powers, Antone materialized in front of me on the steps. “Apocalypse, what is it?!” He asked, voice thick with worry. Instead of waiting for an answer, he scooped me up from the step in one movement. One arm under my knees and the other supporting my back.

Who would accept that? Ray shook his head silently. This group was already one step away from collapse—the final push was all that was missing. He observed everything from a detached standpoint, neither intervening nor interested in doing so. In the apocalypse, the most interesting thing of all was always human nature. Halfway through the meal, someone stood up and said, "Principal Rucker, shouldn't we send a team into the city to scout things out?" "That's right!" another immediately echoed. "It's been so long. Those factions might have already torn each other apart and destroyed themselves. We've got this many ability users now—if it comes to a fight, we might not lose!"

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?