Nyan Cat Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Grey said, making a point and the heavenly emperor stared at him. "Fine. Just for the sake of the worlds, I'm willing to put aside our differences and work hand in hand," the Heavenly emperor said. "But, in other for this to work, you will have to separate from Maya. The apocalypse is connected to the merging of the three worlds. If you're still involved with Maya, with The child that She's carrying, whom is a catalyst to the apocalypse, it will become easier for the merging to occur," he explained and Grey looked at Him, unable to speak. •

Jackson said with a wicked smile while watching a scene on the laptop. It was the scene of a long-haired Jack covered all over with blood, the bloodied corpse in his arms didn't help matters not to talk of the surrounding dyed with blood, corpses, and death. The earth seemed to have gone through an apocalypse, the surroundings looked like it had completely collapsed, mountains fallen on humans and killing them, seas and rivers scattered all over not left out in the fun of making fresh meat, carcasses of both animals and humans killed by the deterioration of nature itself were all around, even the minor creations that bestowed their existence on the carcasses where nowhere to be seen, seeming

“Do you know what an apocalypse means, Xavier?” Elder Obada walked up to where he was and sat on his bed and Xavier sat up as he stared at the Elder. “A war perhaps?” Xavier frowned. “A war that brings about the end of all lives on the planet?” Elder Obada shrugged. “Close enough. The apocalypse is the end, the end of all lives. You would meet your own apocalypse just like your father met his. You know the story of how your ancestors died right?” Xavier swallowed hard and nodded. “I can remember very clearly.”

“Eat. You’ll need the strength.” “I hate soup.” “This is all I could get my hands on. I’ll find something better by dinnertime.” “There’s no food?” “Resources are limited.” “Why?” “Because, dumbass, there’s a fucking apocalypse happening out there. Going out would mean being captured by the vampires.” “And what… what happens if we get captured?”

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

“Not so fast. There's a reason Roe never unleashed OATH. This doesn’t end with exposure. It triggers contingencies. Global ones. If you activate that file tree, at least seven nations collapse within weeks.” Layla looked up. “She’s not exaggerating. I’m running the simulations now. This is… apocalyptic.” I faced the screen again. My father’s face is static—Damon’s voice in my bones. “I need air,” I said. “Give me ten minutes.” Outside, the night pressed heavily. The city skyline flickered under rotating surveillance blimps, abandoned now, yet still drifting like eyes that refused to shut. I sat on the stone wall above the courtyard. The breeze wasn’t soft. It cut.

A small green dot floated around, similar to a snowflake. Yanlong's heart chilled. A cold shiver ran through her back. Apocalypse is here a whole eight hours early. How much could this butterfly change? one can only guess. Worse, she was trapped in a bathroom with shower running. She lost her consciousness even as she thought 'I have to sit down'. A thud sounded from the bathroom. The shower is still running. One green snowflake turned to two, two turned to four, soon, It is like a green snow storm out there. Only, not a single person is awake to witness it.

Do as you please! He had already stockpiled everything he needed. There was no reason to step outside and scramble over leftovers at the supermarket. As for those who believed Linda's nonsense, they were in for a world of suffering. Cyrus sighed inwardly. The apocalypse was here. Countless people would freeze or starve to death. But some of them deserved it, especially the neighbors who had caused his death before his regression. Cyrus no longer cared whether they lived or died. He had made up his mind: he would endure and survive. As for everyone else, their lives or deaths had nothing to do with him.

“Let me get this right. The Hollow King wants to crack our world and drink our Luna and her literal unborn child like a power well. The Moon’s suddenly paying attention again because, surprise, Baylee told both of them to shove it. And now we… what? We sit here and act normal while a god-rot infection pouts in the dirt and an ancient goddess stares through the window?” Heather raised her hand. “I vote we don’t panic.” Zane frowned. “That wasn’t a vote, that was a statement.” Heather flicked him a look. “Aw, you’re learning my rhythms.” Zane’s ears went pink. Even in the middle of apocalypse, Heather still managed to flirt. It was honestly kind of impressive. Collin didn’t smile. He stepped f