Pony Apocalypse Novels & Stories

In this life, she wanted to be the one with the most power. The two drove in silence, once they had covered a good distance. Adrian asked to switch with her. Lila let him, this was also a chance for him to practice. He won't get any abilities until a month later after the first zombie evolution. She'll find an opportunity to teach him how to kill zombies easily. They didn't encounter many people on the way, today was just day two of the apocalypse, so people were still hiding in their houses. The few people they met were the ones that were caught in the chaos and couldn't get home in time.

Amanda spent her life sacrificing for people who betrayed her. When a tsunami floods the city, her cheating husband Eric throws her out to die as sharks hunt the streets. She wakes thirty days before the apocalypse—with all her memories and a mysterious Survival System. This time she freezes her family’s money, cuts off her stepsister, and builds an impenetrable fortress. But when the world collapses, desperate voices scream outside her locked gates. Among them is the man from her past… and the husband who once left her to drown. Will she open the gates—or watch them all die?

The baby pony, with its velvety coat and big, curious eyes, brought a fragile sense of peace to my chaotic thoughts. I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures, capturing the serene beauty of the stable. Without overthinking, I posted them on I*******m, letting the world see a slice of the solace I’d found here. The minutes melted away unnoticed, the rhythmic brushing and occasional nuzzles from the ponies drawing me into a quiet world far from the noise of the party or the drama I’d left behind.

There was no clue whatsoever. “Why ‘four Horsemen’?” she asked. “What’s that about?” “It’s a reference to the Apocalypse. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, spreading out to the four corners of the earth. I think what it’s saying is that, if we don’t find the sword, it will bring the Apocalypse.” “Or maybe,” she said, “we’ll bring the apocalypse if we do find it.” Caleb turned and looked at her, deep in thought. “Perhaps,” he said softly.

The entire time we walk in silence but I know Dante has something on his mind. He absentmindedly touches his lips, licking them, grinds his teeth together, and keeps looking back. I pull him to a stop, and I want to know, what is he doing? “Something smells wonderful,” he whispered. I remember the monster in the forest. I tell Dante a half-life and a truth. I found a monster with delicious honey, I ate him, and now he is gone. Not dead, but gone, and that is all he needs to know, that is all he will ever know about how I survived the Danger of Daylight.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

"The temple also gave you a magic customer service voice. Maybe it has bugs." [Temple records do not have bugs.] I looked up. "You heard that?" The first argument in the new temple was about where people could pee. That was the moment the apocalypse became real to me. Not the dead. Not the system. Not my impossible brother's name burning on a divine tablet. It was Aunt Lan standing in the kitchen with a flashlight under her chin, declaring that if people wanted to survive in a holy place, they could start by not turning the courtyard into a sewer.

A final, grand feast to mark the completion of our preparations, to reassure Lucien's men that their families were safe, and to celebrate the fact that we were ready for whatever came next. ​Down below, Daniel was helping direct the family escorts, looking completely composed despite the wild night we’d shared, while Lucien stood near the perimeter wall, his massive frame radiating an absolute, unyielding presence that put everyone at ease. ​The sky above was already beginning to darken with the heavy, strange atmospheric pressure that signaled the end of the old world and I looked at the timer ticking down in my system interface. ​The apocalypse was officially coming tomorrow—and we were co

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

"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