Fantasy Post Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The entire world froze. Overnight, the city plunged to –40 °F. Yet, in the middle of this frozen apocalypse, my mother, my sister and her son moved into the home I bought for my marriage. Even my own husband took my sister’s side. They threw me out into the freezing cold to scavenge for supplies. I came back frozen half to death, and they had not even saved me a bowl of warm soup. Then, my sister shoved me straight off the fifth-floor landing. In that bitter cold, my body hit the ground and shattered like glass. When I woke again, I found myself back in the week before the apocalypse struck. This time, I resolved to cut them all off. I would make every last one of them pay.

At 3:17 a.m., every god in the world went silent. The dead began answering prayers instead. Lu Chen, a Chinese-American architect, returns to China to bury his grandmother and sell the ruined temple she left behind. But on the first night of the apocalypse, something wearing his father’s face calls him from the dark. The only place still protected is a forgotten City God Temple, guarded by one dying lamp and an ancient brass key. When Lu Chen becomes the final Temple Keeper, his divine territory is only thirty meters wide. His first mission is simple: survive until dawn. But the first person he saves is Ava Monroe, an American journalist who does not believe in ghosts, gods, or fate. She carries a mark every dead thing wants, and she knows a secret about Lu Chen’s family. To save the living world, Lu Chen must collect incense, judge wandering souls, summon ghost soldiers, and rebuild the underworld. Yet every prayer has a price, and every god who returns may not be on humanity’s side.

I get reborn, this time bound to a simp system. In my previous life, when the apocalypse happened during Christmas Eve, I gave Victoria Blake, a beautiful woman, shelter and respite, only for her to backstab me in the end. Apparently, she had revealed my home's location to a scion named Tristan Cole when I wasn't paying attention. Not only did those bastards take over my shelter, but they also tossed me to the zombie horde. When Tristan asked Victoria if she felt guilty, she just reclined in his arms while tittering daintily. "That's just one of the lapdogs I've reared. If he's dead, then so be it." Now that I'm given a second chance at life, I'll make sure to repay them for the pain and hurt they've caused me in my previous life.

It is the third year of the apocalypse. All water sources have been thoroughly polluted, making even a single bottle of clean water extremely rare. Every base has to send out search teams to find new water sources for all. My husband, Jasper Curran, is a geologist, and so, he is able to locate water sources that are still pure and unpolluted. However, when someone holds a knife to my throat for the last bottle of water—thinking that he will do anything to stop them—he hands the only bottle of clean water to Avery Grayson, the person who claimed she was my parents' real daughter instead of me. "Ave is thirsty. She's been suffering since she was little and she even had her parents taken by you, Arianne Grayson," Jasper says. "Just let her have the water." Jasper's expression is too calm and collected, as if my life is not on the line because of him. "They're just trying to scare you. You've enjoyed so many years of being spoiled with a luxurious lifestyle anyway. So what if you get bullied a little?" The people then kick me to the ground in a fit of rage as I watch Jasper huddle Avery into his arms and disappear into the desert. I get beaten up so hard that my chapped lips crack and start bleeding once again. I look at the menacing faces around me and quickly exclaim, "Wait, wait! I can help you find clean water too!"

A forced excursion to the bottom of the world could only end in one way. Disaster For Fantasy Oliovenko, a young and beautiful State Department Agent, life was swiftly becoming one emerging horror stacked upon another and yet to her own horror the last of her spiritual tests in an uncertain future was becoming more of a possessing passion than it was a pain to bare. He'd come from the forest to save her. He meant to mate her – own her – utterly possess her. Sometimes the hardest part of giving into the path that God has for one makes no sense at the moment of its emerging inception. For Fantasy the struggle to believe is as hard as her inability to surrender and yet life while it remains gives ample time for both. Time is ticking though, and the rapacious bite of monsters that take no prisoners are ever eager to take advantage of a fool's demise.

Poppy died from exhaustion at work, lying helplessly on her cold desk. She died a virgin who had never been with a man, leaving behind many regrets, and because of those regrets, she was given a second chance. When Poppy opened her eyes again, she found that she had transmigrated to another world. She was overjoyed and intended to find a handsome man in this new world. However, all of Poppy's hopes were shattered when she realized that this world was in the midst of an Apocalypse! [Welcome to the Virgin Survival Guide System!] [To survive in this frozen world, the Host must seek warmth from the affection of others. If the Warmth Meter reaches zero, the Host will die.] Poppy was stunned, not only did she have to survive in the middle of a frozen world, but now her life was also in danger!

When the heatwave apocalypse hits the Earth, the ozone layer has completely dissipated, forcing mankind to move into the underground city. My husband, Rhett Calloway, and I get to stay on Level Two, seeing as we've funded the construction of the underground city. On day in the third year of the heatwave apocalypse, Rhett brings back a sickly young woman from the slums located on Level Three out of the blue. "Nora, the living conditions on Level Three are very difficult. Anna is in poor health. I can't just sit by and watch her suffer." After that, Rhett carries Anna Archer into our home. I keep my gaze lowered as I remind him, "Don't forget that there's a strict population count on Level Two. The available slots in every family are fixed." "I know that. That's why you need to head down to the slums on Level Three to replace Anna for the time being. Once she recovers from her illness, I'll bring you home." The moment I hear Rhett's response, I remain rooted to the spot for a long time. After walking out the front door, I do my best to suppress the quiver in my tone as I call a number that belongs to Level One. "I've already thought it through. I've decided to join the project to end the apocalypse on Level One."

Left for dead by the man she loved. Reborn with a system built for absolute domination. When the zombie apocalypse hit, Eva’s pathetic boyfriend stole her last scraps of food and fuel to please his mistress, leaving her to be ripped apart by a ravenous horde. But instead of dying, Eva wakes up thirty days before the outbreak, and this time, she’s not playing the victim. With her memories of the future and "LUS" a ruthless Level-Up System echoing in her head—Eva ditches her toxic ex, hoards a fortress of supplies, and builds an unstoppable wasteland empire. Now, her sniveling ex is back on his knees, weeping and begging for forgiveness. But Eva doesn’t have time for a coward. She has a base to expand, a system to max out, and a line of dangerously powerful, fiercely protective alpha "partners" begging for her attention—starting with Justin, the lethal wasteland warlord who refuses to let her go. The world ended once. This time, it belongs to her.

Ashley is back into his hometown to settle down for good only to have the misfortune of living with this obnoxiously handsome CEO of Potent Club Brewery, Trent Xavier Easton who also happened to have a secret identity of his own.Read as feelings bloom and emotions gets ahead of these young men and as secrets of their past intertwine with one another with fates controlling the flow of their lives.Will they reach a happy ever after? Or will their love story be denied by the destiny... again?

On Christmas Eve, my uncle, Garrett Wayne, takes a sip from the fancy whiskey I bought. Then, he points at me while grinning. "Well well well… I've been watching you since you were a kid, Flint. You were a bed-wetter when you were a little boy, and now that you're all grown up, you stay cooped in your parents' shop while running that social media account of yours. You don't have any skills at all. "My Ronnie, on the other hand, has an amazing job that will continue paying him and keeping him around no matter how hard times get. Small businesses like your family's will definitely crumble as soon as the tiniest change happens in the global economy!" All of my relatives roar in laughter at Garrett's quip. My cousin, Ronnie Wayne, pretends to be playing on his phone, though his grin has already become ear-splitting. Mom and Dad can only laugh along as well even though deep down they are very uneasy and anxious. I just gaze at Garrett coldly. In six hours, the blizzard apocalypse will descend onto this world. At the same time, a zombie outbreak will occur across the globe. In my previous life, Garrett, who had looked down on my family and me, didn't hesitate to push us into the upcoming zombie horde just to take over my parents' grocery store. In this lifetime, I swear that I will never let him off the hook! I'm about to pick up a plate of food and smash it onto Garrett's head when I hear a mechanical voice chiming in my head. "Ding! You have been bound with the Rage System! You may talk back and retort to others to your liking in exchange for supplies. The more arrogant you sound, the better supplies you'll receive!" As I look at Garrett's insufferable face, I let out a chuckle. "Oh yeah, I'm not skilled at all. But I suddenly remember this funny little thing. Uncle Garrett, you claimed that you had gone on a business trip to Brimstone eight years ago. But the truth is, you got arrested by the vice squad, right? "Does Aunt Cassia know about this?"