Dystopian Apocalypse Novels & Stories

And then everything went dark. Present Day I’m lying down. Awake, but unwilling to move. I know I can’t stay in one place for long. Today’s refuge is an abandoned, water-damaged house, where the makeshift bed of cardboard and filthy pillows is at least dry. You’d think that a year after the apocalypse, people would have adapted. Nope. They just became worse. Men rule the world now. Most women were taken—by the demons of hell, as the survivors call them. The destroyers of our world.

} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her. “Then what do you know?” she demanded. {Environmental movement is increasing.} Amanda stared at the message, waiting for something more useful. Nothing appeared. For once, A.R.I.S. had no answer, and that frightened her. She swallowed and tried again. “Is this connected to the catastrophe?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's chest tightened. “Can you calculate what happens next?” {Current data remains incomplete.} Her fear deepened with every second that passed. “What about the original environmental model?” Amanda asked, already dreading the answer. A.R.I.S. remained silent for a moment before responding. {Th

Perhaps, he should have left but he had no where to go and when he had thought being good would earn their love, it only shattered him. He became a puppet in their hands but when he was thrown outside to freeze to death, he knew he was never in their plan. Miles snapped back to reality and in panic, he turned towards the table close to his large window and his eyes met with the calendar. "Miles, I will have the maid chose the dress..." He continues while miles muttered the date with his mouth in shock. Could he be reborn? It's exactly half a month before the cold apocalypse. A disaster that struck the world like a pandemic and eat off even the healthiest.

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.

Prologue: The Catastrophes of War. Third Person's Point of View. Blood could be foreseen everywhere. The shout was echoing as if it was the normal voice tweet of birds. Two swords colliding and develop a sound of blacksmith's enhancing weapon. All creatures are dying by the catastrophes of wars. One before dying wishing to be spared, while the other one before vanishing, wishing that someone will end this war. Warlocks, Wizards, Deity, Dryads, Elf, Werewolves, Faeries, and Harpies executing oneself's race.

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

"You turned the entire planet into a meat grinder because of a glitch?" "It was not a glitch, Warrior. It was a premature synchronization," Eve said. "The system activated globally before the filtering algorithms were online. The database interpreted local fauna through a defensive lens, resulting in the mutations you see today. We wanted to make gods. Instead, we made a playground for beasts." Dimas clutched his forehead, feeling a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. "This is insane. The magic, the levels, the stats... it’s all just a broken software update?"

But against a natural disaster, none of that made them any less vulnerable. There was no fighting something that powerful. One sandstorm had nearly torn them apart for good. They got lucky this time, but what about next time? The thought left Nicole shaken and more anxious than ever. Zeph was thinking the same thing. In the apocalypse he had lived through before, there were no satellites falling from the sky, no volcanic eruptions, and no sandstorms. But this time, one unexpected disaster after another kept hitting. He and Nicole had no idea what was coming anymore. They knew nothing about the disasters still ahead, and surviving them would come down to luck.

If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family. If she met a dashing hero, she would kill him in his sleep and eat his crystal to gain his powers. Which sane person will suffer the apocalypse all the way through ? once in her life is more than enough. She is amazed at the tenacity of these heroes Every time she read these novels. It must be said at this point, Yanlong is a hypocrite. She stole and learnt all lower level blueprints for the after apocalypse technology. Why can she steal? She’s a low level clerk, who is bound to the building she is in.

Darwin Kim leads Psyche Flint to the temporary refuge for the survivors, the underground mall. "No wonder he found me there" Psyche Flint thought and frowned as she looked around and saw many exhausted and dispirited survivors inside. They are slouching on the wall, hugging their family, sleeping for a short time than a human usually does, and wary of each other's greediness. The area's population was reduced to one-fourth of the area's total population from before the apocalypse.