Lewd Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Most kidnappers would force themselves on the girls they wanted to fuck, but he gave me my space. “Crap,” I muttered, turning around and picking up the discarded nylon of drugs and bandages, Theo had dropped before I could change my mind. His eyes snapped open the second he saw me coming toward him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” “Have you ever heard of hand-eating rot?” I asked, raising a brow. He slapped my hand away when I tried to reach for the buttons of his shirt. “It’s a rot that spreads, and very soon they may just amputate your hand if you don’t change your dressing,” I added.

Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her." Rome's grip tightened. Amara opened her eyes. It was Levi. Silent. Watching. Wanting. "Let him," she whispered. Rome looked up at her, shocked. Her cunt clenched around him. "Please." Levi stepped closer. His hand brushed her breast, and she moaned so loudly it made someone else groan. Then his fingers were between her thighs, rubbing where she needed it most. She fell apart. Her orgasm hit like a storm, tearing through her until her vision blurred. Rome cursed. He wasn’t far behind. She felt him spill inside her, hot and thick, and she didn’t stop riding until he was shaking.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

“Feeling a little shaky now that your number-one enemy is back in circulation? Worried I might remind everyone who really belongs at the top of the food chain?” “Position?” Leo echoed, the word dripping with disdain. “You think this is still about some childish ranking game?” I couldn’t take it anymore. “Enough.” I shoved myself between them, my palms flat against both their chests. “Both of you.” The murmurs around us had grown louder. The entire elite circle of gamers had spent the last twelve months whispering. — Zade disappeared after that scandal. — Leo married Raven barely a month after her breakup. — She chose the safe one… or did she?

Estelle revealed a joyous expression. "Well?" Nicholas was a little surprised. He looked at Lucas and asked, "Lucas, they are...?" Nicholas was naturally referring to the Apocalyptic Legion. "The Apocalyptic Legion is all made up of Rank 3 Ultimate King Ranked Realm zombies," Lucas said slowly and indifferently. "What?" As soon as the finished his words, Nicholas and Estelle were both shocked, opening their eyes wide. "Senior, is... is what you said true?" Estelle swallowed her saliva and looked at Lucas in horror.

We do not have time to indulge ourselves in our sexual needs. Tempted to give in, with want burning me from the inside out, but I can’t. I need to find it before all ends, before I can cause more despair in this world. I have already unleashed some of it into the world, for I am Apocalypse.

Save the realms, but lose him Levi, his face twisted in horror, lunged at the hybrid, claws aiming for the pup's eyes—his own child, corrupted beyond recognition. "What have you done to my son?!" he roared, but hesitation slowed him, the pup's whimper echoing his own pup's cries in memory. A shadow tendril struck, wrapping around him, voids flickering in his eyes as the hive activated its seed—planted during the rift, waiting for paternal bond to trigger possession. "Levi—no!" Amaya screamed, her vines lashing out, but her corruption deepened, void light glowing from her wounds.

Leo, in his wolf Ares’ form, watches as the Solomians begin to fall but something is not right. “Hu hu hu!” He snarls at Taurus who is now on the ground, dying. “You think that we have been defeated?” He whispers. “Think again! We are not alone! You can kill me but…can you kill them?” Leo’s eyes widen in shock and he minslinks with his men. “The Undead are coming!” His voice bellows in their minds. “FIGHT!” As soon as he says it, the ground below them starts to shake. Leo spins around to see a heavy avalanche sliding from one of the mountains.

Someone pulled open the drapes, and a ray of sun attacked my eyes. "It's not good to sleep on the floor, ma'am," the person was saying, then began to chatter away, "There's always the possibility you could catch a cold, or worse, your death. As legend has it, Great Grandolf the Pioneer slept on the ground one night and unbeknown to him, a century-old vampire's coffin was buried beneath him. It was said the vampire awakened that night, killing Grandolf in his sleep. He w--" I didn't have time for this. "Why exactly are you here?" I asked the dark-skinned omega, who couldn't have been older than fourteen.