New Apocalypse Books Novels & Stories

Her memories from her previous life remained vivid. The horrors. The suffering. The endless struggle to survive. The apocalypse lasted for years. Far longer than most people imagined it would. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon. I want Hope Base to continue thriving even ten years from now. Twenty years if necessary. No one knows how long this apocalypse will last. Maybe it will end someday. Maybe it won't. Another sigh escaped her. Rather than waiting for salvation... Rather than hoping the nightmare magically disappears... It's better to build a life within it.

] [Use immediately? Staring at that word—Infinite—Jake's usually steady heart gave two hard thumps. In this resource-starved apocalypse, what mattered most? Water? Food? Ammunition? No. For Jake right now, as long as the wheels turned, anything was possible. If the wheels stopped, even mountains of gold were scrap metal! Jake instinctively glanced at the left side mirror. In the reflection, a bone-chilling sight greeted him. At the horizon where sky met earth, a massive gray wall of fog—stretching from ground to heavens—was advancing slowly.

"We survived day two. Five more days to go before we can open our gates and after that… the apocalypse stretches forever." "Then we make sure forever belongs to us," Lucien growled softly against my temple, his grip on my waist tightening. "Damn straight," Daniel added, his thumb tracing a slow, distracting circle over the bone of my hip. "Besides, with you calling the shots, Feisty, the end of the world is starting to look like a hell of a ride." I let out a breathless chuckle, the sharp tension in my chest finally unraveling as the reality of our victory settled in.

I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt. “Fresh meat!” one of the warlords shouted loudly. “The breeder is open for use! Take her! Break her!” Dozens of men immediately surrounded me. The apocalypse orgy began in earnest. The first man grabbed me by the hair and forced me onto the hood of a burned-out car. He slammed his cock into my pussy and started fucking me hard, the metal creaking under us. Another man climbed onto the hood and shoved his cock down my throat. Two more grabbed my hands, making me stroke them while they watched.

They were the apex predators of the new world: faster, stronger, and possessed of a commanding presence that could make a regular human’s heart stop just by standing in the same room. Yet, unlike the myths of old, the Orcs and Humans didn't turn on each other. Bound by the shared trauma of the "Gray" hordes, they became the ultimate allies. Humans provided the technical ingenuity, the scavenging precision, and the intricate medical knowledge of the old world, while the Beastkin provided the raw power, sensory heightening, and the sheer security needed to navigate the ruins. Together, they built the Citadels' fortified bastions of steel and hope. They joined hands to thwart the final conspira

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

She’d divulge such things at a later date, after she was certain that the queen was a friend and not a foe in disguise. Isabo listened with intent curiosity. The aliens had been a thorn in her flesh since they’d invaded the planet during the war that devastated the surface. That war had caused many changes to her land as it drove humans into the earth’s core to avoid nuclear contamination. Many of the humans who’d fled the war also believed that they’d escape the aliens who invaded at the same time. That was not the case.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

“For I am the apocalypse!” He opened open his arms and conjured what Gabriel expected to be the end of the world, but suddenly an explosion sent pieces of dirt and debris flying through the air. Reapers were knocked off balance and Gabriel cried out in joy as he caught sight of Harrison leading his army across the field. At the rear, two soldiers detonated another bomb and hundreds of Reapers fell, disappearing into the deep crevice. Seeing the army, Aurora's sisters and the wolf pack burst from the tree line once again running out at the Reapers.