Books About Post Apocalyptic World Novels & Stories

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.

The silence had hollowed the empty ruins of the streets but still, there was something beneath these ruins that made a way to hope for a day of sun to shine again. Under cracks within the concrete roads, and the gaps that take you to the place which has been hidden by the bare eyes of the creepers roaming as the modern world’s Anpu, guarding the planet from the last source of returning Titania. The place which differs from the darkness corrupted on the surface, has a lively and sparking life emerging inside the whole vessel. A reconstructed underground city, a place to hide for the survivors of the dreadful apocalypse and its aftermath. For some, it is enough to live their whole life, hidden

With my ability to live just by absorbing the water particles in the air, I was guaranteed to survive the apocalypse. I boarded up all the windows except for the one near the balcony as a safety precaution. I then picked up the novel I had been reading. It was part of the resources that I had quickly gathered while everyone was busy fighting over the money and mocking me earlier. I had a few novels, card games, and puzzles. Although they seemed to be useless in a plant apocalypse, they were essential in keeping me sane in an isolated environment.

Cutting off the screams. Cutting off the storm. Cutting off the outside world. As Caleb and I walked back toward the warm heart of the villa, he glanced down at me. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "You handled that beautifully, little rabbit." I looked back toward the sealed corridor. "The cold will finish what greed started." Caleb's smile deepened. And somewhere beyond our walls, buried beneath snow and darkness, three desperate men finally learned a lesson that the apocalypse taught everyone eventually: The world didn't care how rich you used to be.

Chapter 70: The Scorched Earth The world did not end with a scream. It ended quietly. No sirens. No final broadcasts. No last stand worth remembering. Just silence. It spread slowly at first—like everything else had. Cities went dark, then cold, then still. Forests burned until there was nothing left to consume. Rivers froze or boiled depending on what reached them first—fire or winter. And then… Nothing. From above, the world looked abandoned. A broken sphere of ash and ice, scarred by fire and carved open by war. The places that once pulsed with life—crowded streets, glowing skylines, endless movement—had all been reduced to stillness.

Elise led Lucas to a red Porsche and got in with him. Lucas stifled a laugh. These cars actually existed in the parallel world. One had to know that they were in the apocalyptic world. The infected areas and base cities were two completely different worlds. The faces of the men and women in base cities were more or less adorned with blissful smiles. Zombies were the least of their worries as the Fighters Alliance was there to defend them. The Fighters’ Alliance was the strongest human force in the apocalyptic world with many sub-alliances scattered across various base cities.

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.

I need to make sure if I can at least act like my normal self for a better job. "Except for those who already know the body's character, you can act freely in front of anyone." Okay, that's cool, I thought. "For the first time, you said something great." It's just a ball but I swear I can imagine it pouting its non-existent lips. "Can you tell me what my tasks are in this world?" "Sure!" Red Strings of Fate World of Gods and Immortals Grade Level: S+ Main Tasks: • Protect the Aphelion's family (35,000)

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?

Meanwhile, Esmeralda and Agatha followed by their side. “France is no longer the country of romance as it used to be.” Dorothy sighed lightly. What came into sight were the signs of ruin everywhere. Domestic garbage, tramps in tattered clothes on the streets, smashed doors of stores, crashed vehicles, and burned-out buildings were everywhere... Various signs showed that this was a post-apocalyptic place. After the powerhouses of the universe entered Earth, many people did not go to America. Instead, they had been searching for opportunities all over the world. Those people were reckless and did whatever they wanted abroad. In their eyes, the local regime was an existence that they could crus