Post Apocalyptia Novels & Stories

----- I opened the first of the newly unlocked files, and the screen loaded slowly, deliberately, like it had been waiting for this exact moment for longer than I could imagine. Not a full explanation. A designation. **PROJECT ASH — SUCCESSOR ACCESS GRANTED.** I had seen that name before, scattered through records I hadn’t fully understood. This was the first time the system had formally, directly connected it to me. ----- Beneath it, another line appeared. **NINETY DAYS BEFORE COLLAPSE.** I read it once. Then again, certain I’d misunderstood something. *Collapse. What collapse. Why ninety days. Why had Margaret built all of this, and why had the system been waiting, specifically and only, f

Yanlong - Don't panic. Suyan - where are you? Yanlong - Don't make noise. Set all your phones on silent. Yanlong - I am safe where I am. You need to listen to me for the time being. Suyan - Do you think our families are safe? Huomei - My dad's outside the country. Meibing - My parents are in S city. Suyan - mine are in capitol. Yanlong - Wherever your parents are, believe me, they are adults and qualify as important assets in the apocalypse. Nothing will happen to them.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

"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.

A unit attacking Cyrus felt wrong to the core. Cyrus did not share the outrage. "Kenneth, they aren't what they used to be. The apocalypse changes people. The ones left standing form an armed organization. They serve only their own structure. You understand? "Aside from stricter discipline and their origin before the collapse, they are no different from the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves we wiped out. Everyone fights for resources to survive. Killing comes with it. I'm used to it." He spoke lightly. Kenneth fell silent. For him, this was a heavy blow.

In the year 2075 AD, the remains of the church created a new team of page holders, some being born with the scripture and others having the page implanted in them, that they had bred and educated ever since the end of the first divine war. Splitting them into two teams, the first they called THE DISCIPLES and the second whom they regarded as a special task force they called them THE APOSTLES and charged them with fighting on behalf of humanity to save what was left and most importantly, the retrieval of the remains of THE VULGATE in a bid to close the gates of hell and end the war once and for all. With the emergence of this new team, THE SECOND DIVINE WAR started in earnest and humanity’s l