Followers Of The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

‘But why do you look so alarmed? ‘Later,’ I promised, turning to face Ian. "What the hell was that?" I continued, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me. "Why did we just run?" "Because those bastards weren’t any normal warriors." Ian snapped, breaking free of my hold. "They’re the bringers of the apocalypse." They…were…that couldn’t be right. Why would the bringer of the apocalypse be attacking us? Is it possible... "Kelvin!" I snarled, punching the wall beside me.

Please let me into the bunker… I don't want to die with pigs…] I didn't reply to a single message. Not until the fifth day after the apocalypse, when the bunker's alarm system suddenly went off. I pulled up the exterior surveillance feed and was greeted with a scene so absurd it was almost comical. Stanley, Daisy, and Denise had wrapped themselves head to toe in soaked bedsheets, like three shambling mummies, and were creeping toward the disguised entrance of my bunker. They had risked their lives to find it. Stanley pounded the scorching metal door with all his strength, his voice hoarse as he screamed, "Amelia! Open the door! We know you're in there! Open up!"

A unit attacking Cyrus felt wrong to the core. Cyrus did not share the outrage. "Kenneth, they aren't what they used to be. The apocalypse changes people. The ones left standing form an armed organization. They serve only their own structure. You understand? "Aside from stricter discipline and their origin before the collapse, they are no different from the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves we wiped out. Everyone fights for resources to survive. Killing comes with it. I'm used to it." He spoke lightly. Kenneth fell silent. For him, this was a heavy blow.

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

A holographic map floated above the table, showing strange dark energy signatures moving toward their sanctuary from the north. “They call themselves the Eclipse Council,” Damien said, voice cold. “Ancient beings who survived the Lunar Rage by going into deep hibernation. Fallen angels, elder vampires, corrupted witches… they believe the world should be reset under their rule.” Serena’s hands trembled slightly. “And they want Liora. Her power is the key to their new apocalypse.” Kael slammed his fist on the table, cracking the wood. “They won’t touch her.” Damien placed a calming hand on Kael’s shoulder. “We need to strengthen our defenses. And we need allies. Old friends who survived.”

The woman squeezed her hand tighter something like reverence settling into her exhausted expression "You're like something out of a story," she said. "The Apocalypse Queen." They're already calling you that, you know, "Out there Word's spreading.” Sera went very still. "That's not," she started, "I'm not any kind of queen; I just prepared.” "Modesty's a good look on a queen," the woman said with the faintest exhausted smile. "Doesn't change what people are saying, though.” She moved on before Sera could argue further, disappearing into the crowd of survivors gathered near the fire pit. Priya had rigged for cooking.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

The Forgotten One stepped forward again. “And instead created centuries of division.” Another fracture exploded across the Heart overhead. The gigantic entity screamed again. This time the entire sanctuary responded. Converged wolves across the mountain began fully synchronizing together. Their movements aligned perfectly now. Their breathing matched. Their emotional waves stabilized into one vast collective rhythm spreading through every district still standing. The convergence was reaching maturity. Kael backed closer toward Ronan and Aria while cutting down another converged warrior attempting to approach them. “I’m starting to think the apocalypse may actually win this one.”