I Have A Mansion In The Post-apocalyptic World Novels & Stories

Until he killed them all, the knot in his chest would never loosen. One survival plan required staying in this very community, repaying every betrayal with a cruelty of his own design. That plan relied on the security company constructing a truly unbreakable safehouse. Failing that, Plan B awaited: an underground shelter far from civilization. He scanned the smiling neighbors. To them, his overflowing carts were a curiosity, fodder for gossip. However, Cyrus already knew the truth—when the world collapsed, these same people would try to smash down his door and strip his home bare.

My grandmother wasn’t thinking about the bigger picture, only power. “Your Highness, where to?” I sighed; I had spent most of my time at the site. But now things there were going well. May houses had been built, and some refugees had already moved in. “How are the crops at the farm?” three days ago, my men caught someone trying to poison the crops.

Bob adds "The important thing is what he told us" Hiraku clears his throat "the world I will send you to is dominated by beasts, magical beings and it's very perilous. Humanity is doomed to extinction. Your mission will be to save humanity and guide mankind to an era of peace and prosperity. This world is more advanced than yours, not in technology, but in energy. The presence of mana makes possible all kinds of phenomena that you will not understand, so it will be difficult for you to survive until you learn the basics.

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?

She linked our arms before I could utter a word and led me inside as though I was arriving there for the first time. I did take a longer look to observe my surroundings as I was led into the interior of the place a second time in one day. The mansion was a world of its own. It was well fortified and well-guarded, and I knew several different weapons were hidden in the armory in case of an attack. I also knew, without even looking, that the freezers had to be filled with blood bags in case of emergencies. I also knew that they didn’t always drink directly from humans even though that happened to be their preferred mode of feeding.

Something old and very unknown to those who were born after the 3000s, like me. There was an anomaly, just like in the heavens. A constant sign of life and lights, even in a place that should not sustain life for years. At least, not human life. It was a desert of stone. Abandoned streets and buildings. But somehow, as my car approached the deserted intersection between roads, I noticed that on my back there was a whole world falling into ruins since the first global collapse, since hunger and despair became human dilemmas, while my eyes glimpsed buildings and trades too empty and whole for an apocalypse.

That man was just crazy. I looked down at the scar, clenching my fists, I had no time to engage in my fantasy of killing him. I grabbed my purse and ran after him. After a long excruciating awkward drive we finally arrived at a big mansion. The Lycan Alpha’s mansion was a very big mansion…might be the biggest in existence, its towers reaching into the night sky. Vines covered the stone walls, and carvings of wolves decorated the heavy iron gates. As soon as the car stopped, Valtor turned to me.

Thorne asked, looking out at the rising black tide. ​I looked at Silas, who was stirring in the wreckage of his machines. I looked at Thorne, the man who had survived the end of the world. And I looked at my own hands, which no longer felt like mine. ​“We learn to live in the forest,” I said. “Because the iron is finally finished.”

The Apex, the most dangerous monster of consortium, lost consciousness in my Poor. We were stranded. Deep under the earth, cut off from the rest of the world, in absolute nothing. In the slums of Sector 4, I was the junk collector dead machines created life. Now I had to prove that I could also repair a dying God.

As we continued our conversation, Dexter shared how they had managed to build a community within the mansion's tunnels, growing their own provisions and establishing a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of the outside world. The mansion had become their fortress, a last bastion of hope for those who refused to yield to their adversaries. Gratitude filled our hearts, knowing that my spell had played a significant role in preserving not only the mansion but also the lives of those seeking refuge within its walls. "Alpha Romulo would be pleased to see you two," he continued. "He's alive?" Aiden and I blurted in unison. My wolf was in high spirits upon hearing our alpha's name.