Novel World Apocalypse Online Novels & Stories

My eyes widened and I nearly fell off the bed, fearful bumps rising all over my body. ​What in the world? Does this thing want to get me killed? ​Forget the penalty for a second. Just getting close to that madman was enough to get me killed before the timer even ran out! ​There is literally no one in this city who does not know Lucien Giovanni. Even now, while the world is still normal, his name is spoken in terrified whispers. And after the apocalypse began, he became even more notorious. He didn't just survive the end of the world; he thrived in it.

After the initial shock, all these people began to talk to each other and try to work out what was going on. I heard some ridiculous comments such as, “The creators have sent us to the main world. We have to prepare for the void war.” That person was immediately shunned for his ridiculous comment and people began to gather around someone who said that they were in the army. He was talking about how someone will find everyone soon and rescue everyone. I smiled at that. There must be at least a thousand people around us. If not more. How did he expect so many people to be rescued at once? The so-called soldier was a little suspicious to me though. He didn't look like one for starters and two e

I giggle. “Ah yes, another man with many rugs draped over his body masquerading as clothing. I fear that we may all die of a fashion emergency instead of another drought or war.” I smile and try to hold in my snorts, as the carriage enters a foggy forest, and Dante continues to mock every noble from the Wailing Coast to the Soundless Seas. “Lady Dyteria gave birth again,” I say, trying my hardest to be modest. One must be modest, after all, to set an example for the future lords and ladies I shall preside over.

AUGUST. _THE WORLD AFTER._ Half the world was gone. Not destroyed. Changed. The Black Moon hung in the sky. Always night. Always red-black. Countries: France, UK, Germany, Spain... gone. Asia: Half gone. India, China... pockets left. America: East Coast gone. West Coast holding. People: 3 billion dead. The rest: Infected. Or hiding. The Cult won. They called it "The New World". --- _LOCATION: SYDNEY UNDERGROUND BUNKER._

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

She was trying to reach her, but her bas**** ex was holding her, keeping her from using water ability to save her. When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed abilities almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. Chills crawl on her back, recalling what would happen a year from now. Her revenge for every suffering will be done slowly because preparing for the approaching apocalypse matters more. In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.

com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time === Summary === After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side!

​At the very top of the flashing gold sequence, a single line of text locked into place: ​​AEGIS HUB 01: EXTERIOR ATMOSPHERIC BREAKDOWN DETECTED. ​​GENESIS PROTOCOL STEP ONE: HARDWARE HANDSHAKE REQUIRED WITHIN 48 HOURS OR LOCAL ATMOSPHERIC DOME FAILS PERMANENTLY. ​Vivian’s blue eyes narrowed into a cold, calculation-driven slate. The timeline hadn't just broken when the apocalypse hit early; it was actively accelerating. The weather dome that was currently keeping their sector from being dissolved by black, acidic rain was on a terminal countdown. ​Julian didn't look at the screen. His gray eyes remained fiercely locked on her face, his large hand still holding her waist with an unyielding,

Host Eva has demonstrated absolute control over her territory, eliminated all internal threats, and established a dominant hierarchy over local survivors. The text blinked twice, the blue light turning into a warm, golden color that made the skin on my arms feel hot and alive. [System Announcement: Volume 1 Complete. Host Eva has established a solid foothold in the apocalypse. Preparing to unlock Volume 2 Global Map Expansion in twenty-four hours. Sleep well, Host.]

“So… are you all real? Was my ten-year struggle just a treatment?” Arian’s face turned serious. He pulled aside the curtain. What I saw outside made me shiver. The sky wasn’t blue—it was covered in a gray, toxic haze. Tall buildings lay in ruins. There were no birds, only hundreds of mechanical drones flying overhead. “The real world is far worse than your simulation,” Arian said. “That explosion wasn’t an accident—it was the beginning of a global war. The world is now under the control of a militant group called ‘Neo-Moreno,’ who hack human brains and turn them into slaves. Father hid you in this underground lab so they wouldn’t find you.”