Novel & Cerita Best Apocalyptic Novels

Warning: contains dark erotica themes such as non-consensual and/or violent sex Enter at your own risk! The Earth African Continent, Johannesburg Year: 2071 A deadly and extremely contagious synthetized virus breaks out into the world, swiftly taking the lives of millions... The entire society of the planet fastly collapses into a pit of constant war and chaos, reduced to their early ancestors’ primal behavior... Maddened by the fear of facing a violent and excruciatingly painful death caused by the novel virus, Earth’s inhabitants immediately succumb to a reality of savagery, guided by the basic instinct of survival.

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

“It’s far more dangerous here. It will be especially so once the aliens are eliminated.” Pete cocked his head in thought. “Do you really feel that it’s safer on the surface? You had a nuclear war and all.” “It’s prettier here,” Kendra offered, “but the only thing we have to worry about there are the aliens and zombies and they’ll soon be eliminated. You’ll still have giant animals that are thought to be extinct to contend with and… other things that are giant.”

Whilst all around them society descended into over-regulated conservatism (cinema, television, the Internet, and literature taking the hardest prohibitive hits—people had actually been fined for reading banned ‘supernatural’ books and comics featuring the undead, even those published well before the outbreak), religion had taken an unexpected backseat. Geraldine had been of the assumption that the apocalypse, which she’d always known would come on slow, would end up sending people flocking back to the church. Only no. Faith, itself, had been infected. Though in the end, at the pitiful, sad conclusion of it all, most people came around. Death made believers out of most. And that was her role

They rarely expect reassurance. She gives the speech anyway. Because Nora deserves to know. Ben deserves to know. The woman three rows back, nursing an infant beneath a patched blue blanket, deserves to know. And because a leader who tells the truth only when it is convenient is not a leader. She is weather. So Maya stands at the front of the room they build for joy and tells them about the people who build the apocalypse. She keeps it clean. “The collapse wasn’t an accident.” The room settles around the words. “It was made. Deliberately. A small group decided there were too many people in the world and arranged to correct that.”

Aaron said quietly, “when the world collapsed… I didn’t build New Haven to save people.” Natasha frowned slightly. Aaron continued calmly. “At first, I built it to survive. Nothing more.” The wind moved softly through the terrace as he spoke. “People became dangerous after the outbreak,” he said. “More dangerous than the infected sometimes. I watched entire survivor camps destroy themselves over food, fear, greed, power.” His jaw tightened slightly. “Trust stopped existing.” Natasha listened carefully. Aaron looked out over the city again. “So I built walls. Systems. Control. I made rules. I removed weaknesses before they became threats.”

The apocalypse did not start with zombies right away. That would have been too simple. First came the drought. The heat was brutal, day after day, pressing down on cities until roads cracked, crops burned, and people started fighting over bottled water in stores that had nothing left on the shelves. The electricity could not keep up. Power grids failed in waves, hospitals went dark, cooling systems died, and people who had spent their entire lives trusting walls and machines suddenly understood how thin civilization really was.

Going head-to-head with him would only end up with both parties wounded, and this might affect my survival rate during the apocalypse. The most important thing to do right now was to use the last of my time to hoard enough water and provisions to get through the heat apocalypse. The only problem I had was finding a hiding place for them. If I headed back to my hometown now, I might die on the way. I thought about this for a while and suddenly had an idea.

“Because we lack a confirmed description and because of the casualties suffered in previous attacks, we are calling for volunteers—any civilians with military training. We need all hands.” Jasper hunched, suddenly. A tremor rolled through him. “Jasper?” Zak moved in. “You alright, buddy?” Jasper’s breath went shallow. Veins twitched under his skin. His knees buckled. “Kill me,” he rasped. Zak froze. “No, man. I can’t.” “DO IT!” Jasper screamed, a sound torn between man and beast. “Shoot me in the fucking head, Zak! Do it before I turn!”

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.