Fantasy Post Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Not only that, but the setting will be post-apocalyptic, where the survivors have varying degrees of psychic powers. Most people will have low-level abilities, such as telepathy and empathy. Some will have incredible powers able to manipulate the physical world with their minds, such as telekinesis and precognition. A handful will be able to literally warp what’s real with a thought (sometimes carelessly). The novel will explore similar themes of power and corruption, but mostly fresh ones regarding reality and perception. Specifically, the differences between natural reality vs manufactured reality, and truth vs disinformation. Kinda like what we’re seeing politically across the globe.

Just as what the old saying describes, there is nothing more scarier than an enemy who have a control in the game Looking up in the sky, I saw some birds flying. Isn't is a reasonable thing for me to say that this day can be lucky? Although I knew for sure that those birds are crows… species that are waiting for dead people or animal to became their meal No matter what happens.. It would be nice if we can get out of here alive. I did tell Saypher some notes about how to defeat Mors Magnus but… the fact that I still haven't said the real origin of this world…

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

If that was how it was going to be, then they'd fight to the death! The target was just one man with one gun. There were eleven of them. How many could he really kill? "Go for it!" They roared together and charged at Ray. After the apocalypse, many people had grown savage. When it was kill or be killed, no one held back. Ray smiled slightly. He'd been afraid they wouldn't charge. This way, he could save some bullets. He opened the portal to his otherworldly storage space. The man in front vanished instantly. Those a step behind noticed something was wrong, but they couldn't stop in time and slammed straight into the open portal as well.

A shy virgin bottom is offered shelter in a gay harem. In a post-apocalyptic world where danger is everywhere, a young man stumbles across a closed community where he can live in comfort and safety. There's only one condition: he has to give up his ass for all the men. Enjoy.. ******** Was it my imagination? Or had I really just seen lights, somewhere ahead of me?

The more he struggles, the better reward he thinks he's going to receive. It was already troublesome for him to be stranded in the middle of the world with newbies who didn't know the first thing about fantasy worlds. He has read a variety of novels about it, and he used to fantasize about what his life would be like if he were ever pulled into a parallel world. But the worst thing was that he either didn't get a cheat skill or hasn't discovered it yet. This is the reason why, while everyone worked from early morning on, he only roamed the outskirts of the settlement looking for beasts to fight or treasures to get stronger immediately.

Yours, always, Hayden" The note left me with a sense of both comfort and trepidation. The connection between our worlds, the malevolent forces of the Underworld, and the secrets that awaited me—all of it was becoming more convoluted and perilous. I knew that I was on the precipice of a journey that would test the boundaries of the living world and the supernatural, a journey where danger and desire intertwined in ways I could scarcely fathom. As the days passed, the sense of foreboding that had gripped me only deepened. The dreams my grandmother had described, the restless charms, and the ominous note from Hayden all pointed to an impending darkness that threatened to engulf my world. I felt

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Do you fancy a son or a daughter? 'One of each would be lovely.' 'Twins?' Jasmine asked. Favour laughed. 'I hope not. Just one at a time but in any order. Boy or girl...it doesn't matter.' Such blissful carefree plans, Jasmine thought. A mountainous wave of envy hit Jasmine and she shrugged to fight through it as her younger sister rattled on about her ideal family. It wasn't Favour's fault that her own life was in such a mess. She seemed to get herself embroiled in one bad choice after another; holding on to Robert when he wasn't worth holding on to, and now Collins...had she no sense of when to let go? Did fantasy have a bigger grip on her than reality?