Marvel Movies Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"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.

The enhanced monster who'd killed hundreds and needed to be stopped. Now, looking at this nightmare architecture, I wasn't sure what the real threat was anymore. "We go in," I said firmly. "We didn't come this far to turn back now." "But Luna, look at it." Marcus pointed at the walls. They weren't concrete anymore. They looked organic, like flesh stretched over bone. Veins of light pulsed through them in rhythm with something that might have been a heartbeat. "That's not natural. That's not even possible." "Nothing about this situation is natural." I checked my weapon, made sure the silver rounds were loaded. "Maya Rodriguez is in there. Project Apex is in there. Everything we've been fighti

In her last life, the zombie outbreak started on the 11th. The apocalypse would happen on August 11.

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.

] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase. The immediate problem was a survivor who wanted protection without testimony. The worse problem was that incense was low. Nobody had the luxury of naming the threat neatly. People argued in fragments, moved furniture, counted children, checked wounds, and made ugly little bargains with their own courage. My power worked best when I slowed down enough to ask who benefited from panic. Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. [Projected casualties: acceptable.] Acceptable. That word had survived the apocalypse better than most gods.

Feelings of dread came over her and she could feel her heart in her throat. Ally knew when she flipped the switch there would be another birthday surprise she wasn’t going to be able to handle. She flipped it anyways. Another great masterpiece painted by the late Leonardo da Vinci creeped into her mind, Last Supper, but the Rob Zombie edition. The birthday decorations where all still there. In fact, someone took great care to arrange all of the bodies in the chairs. Some were wearing party hats, other had noise makers in their mouths. Looking at the floor she saw Jeremy’s hair tousled and matted with blood. He was missing his arm, the one that sent her over the edge this morning. He wa

"The research team has developed a preventive vaccine using your antibodies. After vaccination, it completely immunizes the human body against the zombie virus, with an effective period of at least five years." I was taken aback. "You understand what this means, right?" Iris's eyes were shining. "It means the apocalypse is ending," I said. She nodded. "Exactly. It means humanity now has a fighting chance. We no longer have to hide behind crumbling walls waiting to die. We can go out and rebuild civilization." Then, she extended her hand. "Zack, thank you." I shook her hand. "No need to thank me. This is my duty." "No."