Dystopian Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

She stumbled a little as I pushed her through the door, and a photograph slipped out of her pocket and fell to the floor. I picked it up. It was a signed photo, and something about the face tugged at my memory. Before the apocalypse, Anna had been a singer. She brightened immediately. "Do you want me to sign one for you too? Rhett used to come to all my shows back then." I frowned and turned the photo over. On the back was a picture of Anna and Rhett together. A date was printed in the corner. March 21, 2060. The world tilted. That was the day the apocalypse hit, the day we fled, and the day Ophelia fell into the fissure and never came back up.

"His name is Xyder Holt. One may say he's Sir Holt's burden." Chad was filled with confusion as he looked at him. Xyder crouched by a flower bed on the roadside, digging through the dirt and muttering, "The apocalypse is coming. They're all fools. They don't listen to me, and they'll all die..." "Xyder, why do you believe the apocalypse is coming?" "Uncle Zayan! Why are you here? The apocalypse is definitely coming from the sky..." Xyder spoke with absolute certainty, even pointing to the sky at the end.

She was trying to reach her, but her bas**** ex was holding her, keeping her from using water ability to save her. When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed abilities almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. Chills crawl on her back, recalling what would happen a year from now. Her revenge for every suffering will be done slowly because preparing for the approaching apocalypse matters more. In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

----- I opened the first of the newly unlocked files, and the screen loaded slowly, deliberately, like it had been waiting for this exact moment for longer than I could imagine. Not a full explanation. A designation. **PROJECT ASH — SUCCESSOR ACCESS GRANTED.** I had seen that name before, scattered through records I hadn’t fully understood. This was the first time the system had formally, directly connected it to me. ----- Beneath it, another line appeared. **NINETY DAYS BEFORE COLLAPSE.** I read it once. Then again, certain I’d misunderstood something. *Collapse. What collapse. Why ninety days. Why had Margaret built all of this, and why had the system been waiting, specifically and only, f

And something about that tiny breath made me look up, "I forgot." Vincenzo stared at Raphael and Raphael stared back. I nearly dropped my fork because Raphael Capone forgetting something was like the sun forgetting to rise. Dante looked between them, then pointed at Raphael, "Wait. You forgot?" Raphael's jaw tightened. Dante looked genuinely fascinated, "You?" Nobody answered him. Dante slowly looked around the table, "Oh my fucking God. The apocalypse is finally happening." Across from him, Adriano slapped the table, "I knew it."

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

I rubbed my forehead gently, feeling a little throbbing in my head that made me a little dizzy. I could barely tell if it was day or night as I gazed out the window. But each day was dragging me closer to the apocalypse. And as strong as I felt, even with better vision that I could see people walking from kilometres away, I didn't know if I was ready for it. If I was going to not only survive the apocalypse but also take in survivors who would have nowhere else to go. With a sigh, I was about to make my way downstairs when a crazy thought clicked in my head and my lips curled into a smile.