Dystopian Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

How are we supposed to live like this? [Why isn't the government doing something? If it keeps up, people are going to freeze to death!] Cyrus shook his head silently. By now, the government had no strength left to care for everyone. From this moment on, survival could only depend on oneself. This was the moment the icy apocalypse truly began, the dawn of the Frostfall. Once modern society was stripped of both electricity and food, humanity would spiral headlong into mass death.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

"Oh my God... look down there!" I followed his gaze, and my heart nearly stopped. The entire base was completely overrun. The buildings I once knew were now covered by a writhing black mass of monsters, like ants swarming a hill. And on the mountain peak, the final, bloody act of our little apocalypse played out. Ethan and Chloe were being dragged apart by the horde. The helicopter's noise masked their screams, but I could imagine the terror. Chloe fought desperately, the face that had earned millions of likes on social media now twisted into an ugly mask.

“Let it out. Give the mutation what it wants so you can think clearly.” Alex came within seconds shuddering, spilling into his pants, the child kicking wildly in response. The orgasm cleared some of the fog. His mind sharpened. They left the safehouse through the emergency tunnel. Above ground, Lagos had become a warzone. Hybrids roamed the streets in packs, dragging screaming civilians into alleys. The alien ships hovered ominously, blue energy beams occasionally lancing down to “convert” entire blocks at once. Damian and Alex moved like shadows—staying low, using the chaos for cover. Their goal was the old Apex server farm on the outskirts—the one place where they might be able to send a c

They looked away, their silence a damning confession. Dax turned his back on them, walking over to the shattered skylight. He looked up at the burning sky, the orange glow reflecting off the scar on his jaw. The Speedrun had a fatal flaw. In our rush to prevent the dystopian nightmare of our past, we had systematically dismantled the very weapons Earth needed to fight the actual apocalypse. We had broken the shield to save the prisoners, just as the meteor was about to hit. "Mia," Dax said, his voice dropping an octave, carrying that resonant, unyielding tone of the Alpha. "How long until the Nullity Vanguard breaches our orbit?"

she continued, “there’s this sound. Not thundering, something far worse. Like the sky is breaking. People start screaming. Some run, others freeze. Buildings begin to shake, then topple. Now you’re caught in the middle of chaos. You can’t find shelter. The earth shakes beneath your feet, lightning splits the sky, and the sun and the moon both go dark. You can’t even remember the last time you saw real sunlight. The world feels like it’s ending.” A long silence. Calvin’s breathing was slower now, measured. Finally, he opened his eyes. “Do you believe in the apocalypse?”

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.