Fantasy Post Apocalypse Novels & Stories

It's just that because she's getting old, she often gets ill and it suppressed her lively personality. She's the person who gave Eden her personality. “I don't know. Maybe I'm not ready yet. Perhaps I'm scared.” Eden smiled reluctantly. She didn't need to say more. They're in the middle of an apocalypse. They didn't even know if they're going to live the next day, or whether there's a future waiting for them. Everyone wasn't sure of their own future, so they didn't dare. Farrah and Dior dared to have David because they're sure they can protect him, but what about Eden? What about those people who barely survive with the help of the government?

I yearn for it and don’t, both at the same time. There are stirrings in the packhouse as the unborn dawn draws nearer—more than I remember there being—frenzied, rushing sounds and anxious voices. Then I remember the strangeness—that Candlewood’s plaza and most of the Main street shops, offices and apartment buildings were destroyed. In an undead apocalypse. And if it hadn’t been for my mate the fae goddess, we’d likely all be dead. It’s so absurd, if I hadn’t been there myself, I wouldn’t believe it.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

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.

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.

"What book did you get?" ​"The Name of the Wind," he fills in, his voice instantly losing its strained edge. "It's a fantasy." ​"I would've pegged you more for a horror type of guy," I reply with a raised brow, my surprise evident. "Fantasy would have never crossed my mind." ​"Horror stories aren't realistic enough," he replies, his answer only furthering my confusion. "Nothing really is unless it's a true story. So, I drift toward the complete opposite. I know fantasy isn't supposed to be realistic, so it's tolerable."

Soon, all faded out. #### ~Author's Note~ Yo, bubble butts. Welcome to the land of Changeling where only the fittest survive. Straight to business, I'm going to start by appreciating you for taking up this book. This novel explores a fantasy world of benders, except when you think that's lame and unexciting, ask yourself: have you ever seen a fire bender who can command nuclear weapon with a swift hand movement, channels the energy of life from a human to himself?

my heart pounded in my chest. “They stopped.” I stared at the guard, they weren’t dead, thank the gods. But then frowned, “Why?” I asked now more confused. “Because they saw something.” By the gods, what kind of guard was this, he couldn’t even finish a simple sentence! I glanced at the sky. The blood moon was still there, slowly covering the sun. The fire around it had grown brighter, turning the once clear sky into something that looked like the end of the world. “What did they see?”

Meanwhile, Esmeralda and Agatha followed by their side. “France is no longer the country of romance as it used to be.” Dorothy sighed lightly. What came into sight were the signs of ruin everywhere. Domestic garbage, tramps in tattered clothes on the streets, smashed doors of stores, crashed vehicles, and burned-out buildings were everywhere... Various signs showed that this was a post-apocalyptic place. After the powerhouses of the universe entered Earth, many people did not go to America. Instead, they had been searching for opportunities all over the world. Those people were reckless and did whatever they wanted abroad. In their eyes, the local regime was an existence that they could crus

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.