Fantasy Post Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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?

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

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.

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.

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?

In the year 383 when the human civilization had just started discovering things and building their own empire, people started exhibiting questionable and strange abilities after the great colonial war had ended. Most of the people are still not aware of such a thing but due to the number of children showing abilities that any normal human don’t have, they grew wary and thought that they are cursed. Thinking that the children are spawns of the devil, they decided to do an inhumane act and that is to burn all the children that exhibit special abilities.