Post Apocalypse Fantasy Novels & Stories

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

"We survived day two. Five more days to go before we can open our gates and after that… the apocalypse stretches forever." "Then we make sure forever belongs to us," Lucien growled softly against my temple, his grip on my waist tightening. "Damn straight," Daniel added, his thumb tracing a slow, distracting circle over the bone of my hip. "Besides, with you calling the shots, Feisty, the end of the world is starting to look like a hell of a ride." I let out a breathless chuckle, the sharp tension in my chest finally unraveling as the reality of our victory settled in.

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

If that was how it was going to be, then they'd fight to the death! The target was just one man with one gun. There were eleven of them. How many could he really kill? "Go for it!" They roared together and charged at Ray. After the apocalypse, many people had grown savage. When it was kill or be killed, no one held back. Ray smiled slightly. He'd been afraid they wouldn't charge. This way, he could save some bullets. He opened the portal to his otherworldly storage space. The man in front vanished instantly. Those a step behind noticed something was wrong, but they couldn't stop in time and slammed straight into the open portal as well.

“No footprints. No scent trail. No signs of dark magic spells cast in the dirt. The defensive walls were not breached. The iron gates were still locked from the inside. Whatever did this simply bypassed physical barriers and harvested their souls in their sleep.” Turning away from the corpse, I scanned the terrified faces of the league. Mighty warlords and wealthy kings sat trembling in their chairs. They were used to fighting rival packs. They were used to border skirmishes and political assassinations. They did not know how to fight the apocalypse. “What is it?” Alpha Kael asked, his voice shrinking into a frightened whisper. “Is it a witch? A demon?” “We do not have a name for it,” Malach

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

POV: PHINA Surviving the end of the world was never going to be a matter of stockpiling enough grain or locking myself behind twelve-foot walls. Food rots, walls fall, and eventually, the cold breaks through every barrier. The real key to surviving the coming apocalypse lies in knowing exactly whom to trust, and setting boundaries that can never be crossed. Sitting at my desk in the command center, I opened a fresh file on my encrypted laptop and titled it “The Highland Protocols.”

"Six days. The first quake. Then the power. Then the collapse. You remember it differently than most—you lived it once already." The air left my lungs. "How do you—" "Because I'm like you." He leaned forward. "Not exactly. I didn't come back the same way you did. But I know what you are. And I know what's hunting you." I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "You're a Hell Maiden, Emma." The words hung between us. I laughed. It came out sharp and disbelieving. "A what?" "Hell Maiden. The apocalypse doesn't just end the world. It opens doors. And women like you—who've been through fire and come out harder—you're the ones who walk through those doors changed."

he asked her and she nodded. "you? Mitchell?" "I'm good. She was mumbling to herself when I left, but at least she isn't going to harm herself, so that should be good enough for now." Jason said and I nodded. "alright. Jason, now that you're here, the trio is complete and we can actually plan for the apocalypse." "So there is an apocalypse?" Jason asked, and turned to Kylie, who shrugged. "I had a vision. He raised the dead from the village of ashes. They are his own revenant warriors. It's crazy."

Dozens of glowing level-one and level-two zombie cores tore free from the mangled corpses, flying through the air in a glittering stream straight into her storage space. Once the battlefield was picked clean, she expanded her pocket dimension further. In an instant, she drew the pristine Beast, Briggs, Jake, Julian, Jolie, and Kailee directly into her storage space, leaving the blood-soaked highway entirely empty. The eerie silence of the post-apocalyptic winter settled back over the underpass, the frozen wind whistling through the empty concrete pillars. "Let's take a break," Joanna muttered to herself as she stepped into the safe haven of her domain to join her crew, vanishing completely f