Dreams About The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"I couldn't help it. I was bleeding, that bleeding that night shattered my whole dream. I felt wretched, I was deteriorated. I screamed harder expecting my friends to hear that screaming of mine. No one –no one was there to help. My friends left me to myself, they turn deaf ears and ran off. I mean, I could still see their shadow before my eyes turned blank. They were the last thing I saw that night. Just a night they said, but that night made me realized the kind of person they were. All I could thought of during that time was just to stab myself to death, he could have just let me die instead, rather than making me suffer that day. I passed out during that moment he was on me. I woke up an

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

Her memories from her previous life remained vivid. The horrors. The suffering. The endless struggle to survive. The apocalypse lasted for years. Far longer than most people imagined it would. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon. I want Hope Base to continue thriving even ten years from now. Twenty years if necessary. No one knows how long this apocalypse will last. Maybe it will end someday. Maybe it won't. Another sigh escaped her. Rather than waiting for salvation... Rather than hoping the nightmare magically disappears... It's better to build a life within it.

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."

"About your extinction fantasy? Yes." "Fantasy?" She showed news footage. Massive earthquake in Japan. Hurricane in Florida. Volcanic eruption in Indonesia. All within six hours. "These aren't natural disasters. These are accelerations. The collapse is speeding up. I give humanity ten years. Maybe less. When food runs out and water dries up, people will kill each other. Wars. Genocides. The end of everything. Unless we're ready. Unless we've built the ark." "You're insane."

“Before it finds someone else first.” Echo’s form dimmed slightly, almost like a sigh. “Then prepare yourself, Kiami Lynn. For when the storm takes shape… it may wear a human face.” ⸻ Lightning cracked across the horizon again — brighter, sharper, and this time, it roared with something almost alive. The next battle wouldn’t just be survival. It would be evolution. And as the last echo of thunder rolled through the valley, I knew: the apocalypse was no longer coming. It was here.

They all had the look of fear in their eyes, their cheeks smeared with the ashes that fell from the heavens. I was forced to slow down as I took in the environment. I was scared. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t just an attack. It was the apocalypse—the end. We were all toast. The only thing right now was to be with the people I loved most. And I was sure that was what the rest of the pack thought as they scattered in different directions. The trembling under my feet continued and I knew they were getting closer. It was only a matter of time before the screams grew louder and horrifying. I didn’t want to be part of that.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

But as I drifted off, my mind began to stir, like a pot of bubbling water. Suddenly, I was sucked into a horrifying dream. I found myself standing in a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape. The sky was a deep, bloody red, and the air was thick with an acrid, burning smell. I tried to run, but my legs felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. A figure emerged from the shadows; its face twisted into a hideous grin. The figure began to move closer, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat.

“May the heavens I abandoned for desolation forgive me and may they who created your starring light console you.” That night, I dreamt of aching screams of death, I dreamt of blood and of war and the inevitable aftermath of destruction. * With a loud gasp I opened my eyes, instantly sitting up. A blinding headache welcomed me, causing me to groan, holding my forehead. My vision was a little blurry and disheveled so I blinked hoping for it the blurry images to settle into one. My room from my inspection remained the same but there was a heaviness sinking in my chest I couldn’t ignore. If it all was the same why did I feel like I was in the middle of an apocalypse.