Nyan Cat Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"We did that one. Kitchen floor, a lifetime ago, you told me the pathogen wasn't natural and handed me ARBITER like a receipt you were hoping I wouldn't read. I've had population reduction and modelled collapse and containment was never the objective filed and underlined since before the dead stood up. Old news. Grieved." Correct. "This is newer and worse. Whoever wrote DECAY never closed the file. They're still at the desk. And they're counting what they've lost." Yes. "Assets, the transcript says. People say assets when they mean people they'd rather not call people." A pause. Yes. Maya sits with that. Outside, someone laughs in VIBE, muffled and warm and entirely unaware that the machine

“Lana is not going to die, Apolliana. You need to sort yourself out, but I won’t let you hurt her.” Apolliana growls as she cuts into his skin, “I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes, they roar back again. I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)” Lucifer’s lips tighten with fury, but he manages to restrain himself as he gazes into our eyes and mutters. “Lana, I know you’re in there, luv. Please come out…please,” his voice grows husky, “…please come back to me, luv.”

Because of that stupid dog, half of my face is now unsightly! “My lord, calm down, I can have the tub prepared if you wish.” “No. Darren will pay dearly for scarring me, I’ll watch him die with the scar he gave me, then I’ll erase him like I’ll do to him and then everything will be perfect.” “Whatever you say sir...Apocalypse?” Dylan frowning gaze falls on mine. Yep, Apocalypse, she almost retook Nicolette’s form; I barely made it in time to get her away from the clutches of the goddess...I never suspected she would go down in the war too.

If I just knew earlier that there is another survivor in this world, I would have searched for you no matter what. Nero was so delighted to confirm that there is another ANTEDILUVIAN CAT who survived the flood. [ Maybe this is the working of destiny. Maybe the deities finally took pity for me and decided to answer my pleas. That is why they send me here after the long wait. To meet you. ] Nero declared romantically. [ Never in my wildest dream I dare to think that someday, I will meet you. I thought I will forever be alone in this life. ]

After this ceremony, he must mate with someone or else the entire Shadow Sorcerer pack will have to wait another year They were still unsure about their safety; if a powerful disaster struck the city again, there would be no time for ceremonies or mating "Look at the blue flames rising up. It was the sign of the moon goddess, everyone exclaimed. She will soon appear in front of them Meanwhile, Fenix arrived at the city's entrance "What happened, son?" Anix asked him when he saw him in snake form "Father, something bad has happened. Yona has been kidnapped by the Vampire clan. *Shocked

And you're enjoying air-conditioning! Daisy: Damn you! We're being roasted alive out here while you enjoy yourself inside, you unfilial monster! You'll get what's coming to you! Their rage and despair practically spilled through the screen. And that—was exactly what I wanted. I turned off my phone, tossed it aside, and leisurely began enjoying my first meal of the apocalypse. Yes. I had been reborn to the very moment when Denise and my so-called parents first proposed setting up a doomsday fund.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

… Five years later, the first ray of sunlight finally broke through the thick, dark clouds and cast over the earth. An excited voice crackled over the radio. "Attention all survivors! The National Academy of Science has successfully developed a cure for the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over, and we've won!" Deafening cheers thundered through the base. I stood on the wall and watched as the sun slowly rose over the horizon, while Mom and Dad stood beside me, looking healthy and spirited. Dad patted my shoulder and grinned. "Shall we have a feast tonight to celebrate?" Mom smiled and nodded. "This time, we don't need bulletproof glass. Let's open the windows and get some fresh air in."

A couple in generic formalwear stood beneath a painfully fake moon while snow fell around them in a haze of dramatic, blue-tinted sorrow. I stared at it. “Why do they look like they’re about to be ritually sacrificed?” Riley frowned, tilting her head. “They look romantic.” “They look like the last two survivors of a nuclear winter apocalypse.” “That’s called *atmosphere*.” “That’s called imminent frostbite.” From the doorway, Priya raised a hand. “For the official record, student council aggressively vetoed my naming suggestion.” Ethan glanced up from where he was calibrating a camera at the photo station. “What was your suggestion?”

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.”