Marvel Movies Apocalypse Novels & Stories

We will soon know so let’s get back to the story. “Was anyone able to defeat them?” Lennon asked wanting to know if they can find that person and ask them to help them, or try to do what they did and defeat the demons. “Yes, Noah. But he is too young now and we can’t depend on him, he is a child.” Maya forgot to add that the original apocalypse was twenty years from now, so they won’t be able to relay on the book’s characters to help them because probably all of them are kids or teenagers.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

“But I won’t be controlled again.” The platform began to rise. Elias tried to grab her but an invisible force pushed him back. “No!” Maria screamed. Vega laughed softly. “Welcome to the real war.” The ceiling above burst open. Light poured in. The platform shot upward straight into the sky. The Archive began to shake violently. Alarms screamed back to life. Elias pulled Maria toward the exit. “We have to go! Now!” As they ran, Maria looked back one last time. On the broken screen, Specter’s face was gone.

*Kill them all,* I order. A super soldier storms me, but a sniper hits him with a dart right in the eye. I watch him dissolve like a bad dream. Kahn rips two apart, unstoppable. I get my hands on one - he tries to dodge my attack, but I’m on top of him, my teeth around his neck. Mara’s magic retreats. She falls to her knees, and slumps over. My mate’s sacrifice sparks hope. Reyes rallies his troops. “Hit ‘em now, full barrage!”

They had given birth to a werewolf. The woman, Elara, clutched her husband's hand tightly. "We need to leave," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Now." Draven nodded, . "Together," he said firmly. "We go together." Elara winced as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She had just given birth, and the strain of labor still weighed heavily on her body. But there was no time to rest. They had to move, and move quickly. Draven helped her to her feet, and together they began to gather their belongings.

I knew better than to mention the words ‘zombies or apocalypse. If I told these hardened mobsters that the dead were going to rise and eat their faces in less than two weeks, they'd laugh me out of the room or tell me I belong in an asylum. They'll never take me seriously. Lucien knew it too—which was why he had simply told them we were preparing for an unprecedented war.

" When zombie hordes got too close, Jake didn't even bother with the cannon. A quick, brutal drift sent the rear hub grinder spikes spinning through the crowd—turning them into a rain of blood and bone. Sitting in the passenger seat, watching the black RV tear through the horde like a predator through prey, Bella was speechless. So violent. So... safe. After four days of scraping and hiding and barely surviving, this was the first time she'd ever experienced what it felt like to be on the strong side of the apocalypse.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.