Pony Apocalypse Novels & Stories

On the way out, I might've accidentally shot Willa in the kneecap. Oops. Now they match. Real couple goals. In the end, every last one of those monsters got executed. Not a single one walked. Brentford Base neared completion under my watch. People rebuilt. Production came back. Three months in, the military cleared out the cities. Six months later, the vaccine hit everyone. By the one-year mark, the apocalypse was officially over. Humanity won. And the name Selene Sorrell— they'd never forget it.

As if pulled by a powerful magnet, the weapons of the horsemen of the apocalypse fell to the ground. The dragon kept getting closer and closer. The Horsemen began to generate deadly energy, but nothing happened. It's as if they're empty. At last, the dragon's massive body emerged from the cave. The earth trembled under his footsteps. It was a terrifying sound. The horsemen of the apocalypse stood in front of the dragon, helpless. This beast possessed powerful ancient magic. Yet, my riders did not flinch, they stood straight ahead. Directly facing the beast. Pestilence leapt at him, but it was dragged back to the same spot. Their feet were tied to the ground. Other horsemen also attacked.

The Forgotten One stepped forward again. “And instead created centuries of division.” Another fracture exploded across the Heart overhead. The gigantic entity screamed again. This time the entire sanctuary responded. Converged wolves across the mountain began fully synchronizing together. Their movements aligned perfectly now. Their breathing matched. Their emotional waves stabilized into one vast collective rhythm spreading through every district still standing. The convergence was reaching maturity. Kael backed closer toward Ronan and Aria while cutting down another converged warrior attempting to approach them. “I’m starting to think the apocalypse may actually win this one.”

“When the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse come leaping across this planet while we’re watching it go up in ashes, there won’t be nothing left to believe or doubt. There won’t be nothin’ left of nothin’. And I’m going to be right here at the helm with the Good Lord standing right beside me.” Dink hated it when Sonny Boy started ranting about this Apocalypse shit. “How much is the new shit?” he asked Sonny Boy. “Two hundred a gram.” “Jesus!” “This shit can take you to the man himself.” “Do you have any of that cheap shit left?” “You mean the shit with the speed in it? You’re gonna do that shit instead of this shit?” She was flinging her arms all over the place with her usual flamboyance to ill

I had underestimated just how shameless they were. She continued, "Each of them is built like a tank. It's the end of the world. Why would they settle for taking orders from you? Even if you have all the money in the world, what does it matter?" It hit me all at once. Victoria was right. In the apocalypse, no one wanted to be under someone else. The man whose arm had been snapped on the first day cursed beside her. His resentment was obvious. "Stop wasting time talking to him. I say we break the door down right now. I'll cripple him myself and throw him out to the zombies."

Fallon: It was kind of a crazy night. Cage had brought up a few board games, and we ended up eating far more than we should have. In fact, we made it our mission to finish as much food as possible. I don't even know why. I guess we just kept picking at the things that would go bad first. By then, the apocalypse had already been going on for a few weeks or probably over a month. At first, it spread through the rogue community.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

He turned to me then, trying to hide his smile, but I could see it. “You're not asleep,” I said, reaching out to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. “I told you, I feel better after last night.” He said and patted my back. Probably for me to let him go, but instead I reached down to his ass and pulled him up. He had no choice but to wrap his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck—just as I wanted. “What are you doing?” He asked in a freaked-out voice. Was this too much for him? How would he react if I told him I spilled the beans to my father and the entire pack members—meaning the entire wolf kingdom, because sure enough the rumors would spread?

Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us. They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked. Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.