Nyan Cat Apocalypse Novels & Stories

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

The reinforced steel gate opened slowly. Years of dust and weather groaned through its heavy hinges as sunlight spilled across the concrete courtyard beyond. No one lowered their weapons immediately. Neither side trusted easily anymore. That was what almost three years of the apocalypse had taught everyone. Natasha remained where she was, her heartbeat had finally begun to settle, but her thoughts had not. The image of the Night Hunter being thrown backward replayed over and over inside her mind. It's not as if she touched or fired at it. She hadn't even raised her hand, yet something inside her responded.

-God, - Ivan joined his hands in prayer in front of his face, "what will become of the world when all the vampires discover this? -In a word? The apocalypse.

“Alpha Aslan marched into the Gray Stone pack with Red Moon’s army and took control of it. Alpha Cage and his entire family were wiped out.” Axel muttered under his breath as Liev trailed his hands through his electrified hair, trying to calm it down—a side effect of overusing charms. I wasn’t proactive unless necessary, but I was always watching everything. Watching every move. This was just the start. The fucking apocalypse would begin tomorrow at the banquet in my packhouse. Aslan better not disappoint.

Her laugh rang out, loud and almost manic in the quiet of the desert. “I love this!” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of joy and wicked glee. “You should see what’s going on in Tokyo right now. The authorities there are losing their minds. It’s all over the news! Giant monsters rampaging through the city! Cthulhu’s awakening, or so they think! And in New York, a whole skyscraper just... disappeared! Not really, of course, but the computers think so and Control is responding appropriately, or as appropriately as it can compromised with Neurovores.”

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

"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

He moaned as he kicked the man’s warehouse. “Let me go you gay!” He pressed his foot harder in his stomach. “A-aww Bro! T-that’s right bro Aw!” “Tsk.” Wilder let go of his foot. He watched him run away from his sight. “Who’s gay now?!” He smirked when he stumbled on his feet. Cheers roared in the forest. It all came from the camping ground where everyone is jumping in excitement, except for one person. Wilder’s brows raised at the scene he entered. His eyes landed in a blind fielded guy holding a red baseball bat in the air. Every stroke of it is similar to those who are watching in a circle.

Else, there'd be nobody, none on earth. I did the only thing that made sense. I jumped. And fell to my death. I woke up with a start, looking around. I was in detention. I never thought I'd ever be glad to see myself in detention. "I saw something, something I don't understand. But I was there. I saw it" I said trying to make myself understood. It seemed like I was rambling. Figures. "Guys," I said as soon as I calmed them down. "The Apocalypse is coming, don't ask me how I know, I just do." Damn. That sounded way better in my head.

Perhaps, he should have left but he had no where to go and when he had thought being good would earn their love, it only shattered him. He became a puppet in their hands but when he was thrown outside to freeze to death, he knew he was never in their plan. Miles snapped back to reality and in panic, he turned towards the table close to his large window and his eyes met with the calendar. "Miles, I will have the maid chose the dress..." He continues while miles muttered the date with his mouth in shock. Could he be reborn? It's exactly half a month before the cold apocalypse. A disaster that struck the world like a pandemic and eat off even the healthiest.