Fantasy Post Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Games are so scarce recently even though the entire world has become one big jungle. After the pandemic and the chaos the world went through, Mother Nature claimed everything. Entire cities turned into green, lush forests, but it was useless. There were no edible fruits to eat or clean animals to hunt. It was a sick and twisted joke from the gods. I got my backpack and sword and headed to the first trap we had made and as expected I found nothing. The second one had a small rabbit. I caught it and cut off his head and skinned it quickly and strapped it to my backpack.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Larry gave me a friendly punch as he passed by then he threw a black handkerchief at me. “Clean your sweat, scary pant” he said. I held the handkerchief then I turned to the signboard, but It's not there anymore. I had to look again to be certain that it's not a mirage, there was a signboard beside me just now. Where did it go? I asked myself. ****** “Here we are” Eddy said. “What the hell happened here?” Larry asked. “Apocalypse” Xiao replied We get to a wasteland which seem like once a city. Rotten bodies shattered around, insect feasting on the bodies, some were bloated while others are nothing but skeleton.

POV: PHINA Surviving the end of the world was never going to be a matter of stockpiling enough grain or locking myself behind twelve-foot walls. Food rots, walls fall, and eventually, the cold breaks through every barrier. The real key to surviving the coming apocalypse lies in knowing exactly whom to trust, and setting boundaries that can never be crossed. Sitting at my desk in the command center, I opened a fresh file on my encrypted laptop and titled it “The Highland Protocols.”

Nothing was there by accident. She stood in the middle of the storage room, running her finger down her list. There was still more to buy. More generators. More solar batteries. More fuel. Several refrigerators and freezers to keep meat and other perishables safe. In her last life, she had watched food vanish from the market within hours, and she would never let that happen to her again. This time, she wanted enough to last for years. Her phone rang, breaking her concentration. She glanced at the screen. Daniel.

Dozens of glowing level-one and level-two zombie cores tore free from the mangled corpses, flying through the air in a glittering stream straight into her storage space. Once the battlefield was picked clean, she expanded her pocket dimension further. In an instant, she drew the pristine Beast, Briggs, Jake, Julian, Jolie, and Kailee directly into her storage space, leaving the blood-soaked highway entirely empty. The eerie silence of the post-apocalyptic winter settled back over the underpass, the frozen wind whistling through the empty concrete pillars. "Let's take a break," Joanna muttered to herself as she stepped into the safe haven of her domain to join her crew, vanishing completely f

The zombie and virus outbreak had ended all wars. Schools started being built within the safe zone, and our children resumed their studies. Everything and everyone seemed filled with hope. … There were 30 days to go until the wave of zombies attacked. It was Thanksgiving Day, and people temporarily set aside their sorrows. A bonfire burned in the safe zone with turkeys and pumpkin pies baking around it. Everyone gathered to have fun before we shut our eyes and prayed for safety. That was the day I started getting nightmares again. I dreamed of Joyce, who'd been ripped to shreds in kindergarten in my past life. I also dreamed of myself being eaten up by zombies.

Her memories from her previous life remained vivid. The horrors. The suffering. The endless struggle to survive. The apocalypse lasted for years. Far longer than most people imagined it would. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon. I want Hope Base to continue thriving even ten years from now. Twenty years if necessary. No one knows how long this apocalypse will last. Maybe it will end someday. Maybe it won't. Another sigh escaped her. Rather than waiting for salvation... Rather than hoping the nightmare magically disappears... It's better to build a life within it.

“You can choose to fight your way through the apocalypse and pay off your debts on your own—” “I’ll do it.” I muttered as I raised my hand, staring at it. “The apocalypse has to end. Even though it is technically safe in here, people deserve the right to walk around without the fear of getting bitten. And then there are other survivors who are freezing to death out there.” I had to bring this to an end now that I had a chance to. For the people of Sloradath. “It is good to see that you remained human despite all that has happened.” Buis said and my lips curved in amusement. “Your mission begins now.”