Marvel Movies Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“Do you?” He bellowed with laughter. Suddenly, a ripping sound enveloped us. I shrieked as blackness covered me, a roaring void that crushed me against him. “WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?” I panicked, fighting back vomit. “You're trying to murder me!” “I opened up a wormhole, idiot. And last time I checked, you certainly weren't a virgin.” “You checked?” He groaned. “Not literally, you brain-rotted worm.”

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

As the three of them begin walking off, he looks back over his shoulder, “see you in a few hours, Alpha Scarlett. And thanks again.” “Of course. We’ve got to look out for each other. Especially if we’re looking at another vampire attack.” I say to him, feeling my stomach do flip flops, still not quite able to believe the words coming out of my mouth. Chapter 10 coming soon

Grace wouldn't send such hateful messages! She hadn't even been told about the funeral because they were afraid she couldn't handle it. She still didn't know Clara had passed away. Clinging to one last hope, Daniel dialed the number. It connected after two rings, but instead of the soft voice he expected to hear, a mocking tone cut through the line. "Clara, you finally answered. I can't believe you still aren't dead after being bitten by that snake. If you're alive, get back here and transfer everything to me! Do as I say, and I won't have Mom and Dad take your kidney!"

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

One police car stopped to intervene, dragging the man away. The woman lay in a pool of blood, unnoticed. Her hands and feet twitched rapidly, then she suddenly stopped moving. "Miss, are you—arghh!" The woman's eyes snapped open—gray, lifeless—and she lunged at the rescuer, biting down hard. The scene exploded into chaos. Hayley watched from the fifth floor. This was the apocalypse. The one she knew best. And it had come a whole day early. Welcome to the age of the apocalypse.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

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

And somehow, that version of him affected her the most. Aaron looked over the crowd of excited children and found her standing there, frozen, watching everything with emotions she wasn’t fully prepared to feel. Their eyes met across the noise and movement. His smile softened. The chaos seemed to fade into the background for a moment. And for the first time since the apocalypse began, Natasha allowed herself to imagine something she had never dared to dream about before. A real future. Not just survival. Not war or endless missions. A future. And standing right in the middle of it was Aaron Ross.