Dreams About The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I yearn for it and don’t, both at the same time. There are stirrings in the packhouse as the unborn dawn draws nearer—more than I remember there being—frenzied, rushing sounds and anxious voices. Then I remember the strangeness—that Candlewood’s plaza and most of the Main street shops, offices and apartment buildings were destroyed. In an undead apocalypse. And if it hadn’t been for my mate the fae goddess, we’d likely all be dead. It’s so absurd, if I hadn’t been there myself, I wouldn’t believe it.

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

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 Goddess said serenely. I looked at my mother, who seemed lost in deep thought. Suddenly, I felt the scorching heat as the moons drew dangerously close. If they had already neared the Dark Realm, then they must be even closer to the rest of the world, bringing the apocalypse—the end of everything. The entire sky blazed crimson, casting an eerie glow over the land as waves of molten lava surged forward, spreading wider with each passing second. The heat was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of burning ground.

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

"She also said… You won't ever see her again." Something inside Josh shattered. He stared at the helicopter and started running after it, chasing it across the ground all the way to the eastern wall. But there was no way he could catch it. By the time he reached the highest point, the helicopter was already gone, nothing more than a fading black dot in the distance. Josh stood there, stunned, watching it disappear. A wave of realization hit him, followed by fear. This was the apocalypse. He didn't have a helicopter. He didn't even have enough fuel to drive far enough to find Maisie.

"What kind of things do you see in these dreams?" "War and battles, even seeing myself in some ancient places. I also see myself in ruins that are covered in strange symbols and patterns." I shuddered. "And I always... always have this sense of urgency. Like something terrible is coming, and I'm supposed to stop it or run from it." "The voice mentioned war also," Caelan said grimly. "It said war and betrayal were coming. That you'd need to make choices that would break you." Perfect. Just perfect. Not only was I carrying some powerful, conscious entity, but apparently I was destined for some kind of apocalyptic conflict.

I would be sick, if I had enough control of my mouth. I stare down over a war worse than anything Father ever created. The tiny sliver of peace Kieran clawed back is destroyed, forgotten in a disaster the likes of which the world has never seen. And everyone is dying. *** I shoot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. The light outside the tent flap is darker, approaching sunset. My head pounds. That dream felt so impossibly real that I know it’s going to come true someday. Maybe soon. I have to tell—