Books About The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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second coming" with hope and faith, to eradicate the evils of this world.” "But this second coming would be after the apocalypse, according to the Bible ..." Mark said. “It would be naive to think the clone child represents that second coming at the present time.” “And what makes you think that we are not on the verge of an apocalypse?” Richmond asked with some perspicacity. “The conflicts in the Middle East do not stop; treaties against the proliferation of nuclear weapons are dying; there are countries like North Korea and Iran challenging the rest of the world with their tests; the growing tension between Russia, Syria and the United States with their allies like Israel ...”

“But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?” I shake my head. “Of course, I didn’t order the sodding apocalypse, you wanker. Why would I do such a stupid thing when my own son and my mate live on earth? That would be illogical.” Mathias places his hands on his hips, “I think we’re blowing this out of proportion. This is probably just a coincidence.” Azazel snorts. “It could bloody well have been if it wasn’t for the fact that this happened in places that have never experienced earthquakes or

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

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.

The yard was a minefield of trenches, and the living room was packed to the ceiling with crates of cup noodles and survival crackers I'd hoarded online. There wasn't even room to walk. He stood before an expensive rug pinned beneath boxes of survival crackers, his expression darkening. "Phoebe, what is all this?" I rushed over, dragged him into the bedroom, and locked the door behind us with an air of absolute secrecy. "Honey, I need to tell you something huge. The apocalypse is coming." Gabriel stared at me, his eyes full of complex emotions. He reached out and felt my forehead, but I had no fever.

Poppy grinned as she showed the tray that she, Lily, and Jason were carrying. The tray contained a variety of thinly sliced meats, which were certainly very rare in times like these during the Apocalypse. Even someone as expressionless as Charles couldn't hide his surprise when he saw it. “I didn't know you had so much meat in stock,” Charles said, unable to resist telling Poppy. “We found a lot of resources when we left the base last time. It's rare that we get to enjoy food like this, so isn't it more enjoyable when we enjoy it together like this?” Poppy smiled broadly as she looked at everyone sitting in a circle in front of the bonfire.

" Oh double-shit fuck! We are weeks instead of months away from The Black Death! I tune out the rest of the King's speech, needing to begin devising a plan to avoid the upcoming catastrophe!

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.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.