Edge Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

He looked young, maybe early twenties. His face was a contradiction with sharp lines but soft features. High cheekbones, a straight nose, and lips parted in pure shock. Under the dying sunlight, his skin seemed to glow, flawless and smooth. But his eyes were dark and deep, carrying entire storms inside them. In that split second, suspended over the edge, something shifted in me. I didn’t understand why my heart was racing for a stranger. But something about him refused to let me look away. His voice was deep, masculine, and terrifyingly calm. “Let go,” he said.

" A surge of warmth spread through my body, and I could feel my muscles rippling with power. I clenched my fist and threw a quick punch that cut through the air with a sharp gust of wind. Perfect. The first night of the apocalypse was off to a peaceful start, but I couldn't let my guard down because something even more terrifying would come after the freezing doomsday—the zombie outbreak. People who froze to death on the side of the road would soon stand back up with twisted limbs and bite anything they saw. Garrett's family was surprisingly lucky. They managed to ditch the car and retreat to their high-end apartment complex, but the water, power, and gas were cut. All that fancy interior de

Being a saint was the deadliest during an apocalypse. [Ding! The human body fishing ended successfully. Time to settle the rewards!] [Congratulations, you've received: 1 small nuclear fusion generator, 1 high-pressure water gun, 1 indoor soilless cultivation base, 3 premium cold-resistant combat suits!] Looking at the generator that was flashing blue in the system storage, I was elated. With this thing around, our home could still feel like spring all year round, even if the power outside was completely cut off. We could even have a barbecue.

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.”

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.

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 night became a blur of endless use. Damien Sinclair watched from the shadows of a nearby bunker, smiling with dark satisfaction as he stroked his cock. The apocalypse had only just begun, and I was already addicted to the end of the world.

Shawn’s spirit awoke because of a strong shaking of his body and when he opens his eyes, he saw a man with half mask on his face so near to him, he got startled and jumps away from him. “At last, you’re awake Shawn Myers,” he stares at him and menacingly smiles. “I was waiting for you to wake up but I got tired of waiting for you.” He looked around him but he can only see vast darkness in his surrounding, “Who are you? Where am I?”

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

Adrian stood beside me. Elena stood beside me. The survivors stood behind us. "It's coming," I said. "How do you know?" "I can feel it." I looked at the horizon. The treeline was moving. Thousands of infected were pouring out of the forest. They formed a massive line. Stretching across the horizon. The Apex emerged at the center. "Scarlett. I've come for you." "I'm not surrendering." "Then you've made your choice." The Apex raised its hand.