Fantasy Post Apocalypse Novels & Stories

It is only because of this job she could go home, relax in her tub and read a web novel before sleep even after the apocalypse. Her favorite are rebirth apocalypse novels and dashing hero ones. After all, we only ever like fantasy when reality is utterly disappointing. There is no way to reincarnate even with all the weird abilities going around. If there were any good men in the world, they did not survive past the first week of the apocalypse. She knew very well what she would do if she were the lead of either story. If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family.

This was one time she wished she could become invisible. The rain had stopped by the time she made it outside to a blackened sky. Most of those that were outside were the “freaks.” Even in the post-apocalyptic world, where it was more advanced, slurs were still a thing but now aimed at those preternatural. Vampires, lycanthropes, elves, nymphs, Aziza, Yumboes, and seemingly normal people.

Killing the cockroaches just now had taken a lot out of them, and they were exhausted. I guzzled down the spirit spring water and wiped my mouth. "Once everyone’s more or less recovered, we’ll go downstairs and clear out the scattered zombies in the area. When the vicinity is completely secure, we can harvest Crystal Cores in peace." With that, I picked up a roasted sweet potato and took a large bite. The soft, sticky, and sweet flavor instantly filled my mouth, making me feel comfortable all over, and a look of satisfaction appeared on my face. ’Sure enough, in the freezing post-apocalyptic world, nothing is more comforting than a warm roasted sweet potato!’

"Six days. The first quake. Then the power. Then the collapse. You remember it differently than most—you lived it once already." The air left my lungs. "How do you—" "Because I'm like you." He leaned forward. "Not exactly. I didn't come back the same way you did. But I know what you are. And I know what's hunting you." I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "You're a Hell Maiden, Emma." The words hung between us. I laughed. It came out sharp and disbelieving. "A what?" "Hell Maiden. The apocalypse doesn't just end the world. It opens doors. And women like you—who've been through fire and come out harder—you're the ones who walk through those doors changed."

They called the 1st son of a family, they will use the sentence, "Young Master A, or they will directly called him in his name which is A." I hope everyone can remember this so that they are not confused while reading the next chapters . World Background •This story is set in alternative universe & Fiction only, Means this story is not real. •This story Zombie Apocalypse with a touch of fantasy. •This story is BL, Which means it's a Man × Man, Boy × Boy story. •The protagonist of this story is Gay. •There would be sex, Violence, crimes, twisted characters, ects. In this story, so if you are not into this kind of story, don't read it and please kindly leave.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

he asked her and she nodded. "you? Mitchell?" "I'm good. She was mumbling to herself when I left, but at least she isn't going to harm herself, so that should be good enough for now." Jason said and I nodded. "alright. Jason, now that you're here, the trio is complete and we can actually plan for the apocalypse." "So there is an apocalypse?" Jason asked, and turned to Kylie, who shrugged. "I had a vision. He raised the dead from the village of ashes. They are his own revenant warriors. It's crazy."

My breath echoes too loud in my ears, shallow and fast, panic beginning to churn in my chest. "Subsisto monun olda." I hear a woman's voice and the fog clears and suddenly I realise, I'm awake now. "What just happened?" I say as I look around, I'm no longer in the camp. The ground beneath me is slick with frost, crusted silver-blue. Trees stretch high above, taller than they should be, their bark twisted and dark like coiled muscle. This place doesn’t breathe. "Thank Goddess you stopped," Atlas says as Shaun, Thalia and Sofia catch up.

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.”

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”