Post Apocalyptic Authors Novels & Stories

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

she said as she leaned up against the side of the door, taking a drag of her vape and passing it to me while at the same time, showing me her phone. Instead, I reached over and hastily snatched it from her. “Supposedly, the last attack went viral, and people had it recorded.” I watched the short recording, where it showed that there was a zombie that had run through the town and knocked out some buildings. People were running around like chickens had their heads cut off. the sky filled with screams of terror. Indeed, the playback confirmed that someone had survived long enough to record it and show it to the word. Which told me, these attacks were escalating at such a thronging rate that it

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

Over the next few weeks, she planned to make up for that. She had sworn off post-apocalyptic stories—they were all starting to feel too much the same—but her best friend had recommended one so she had decided to give it a try. She was glad she had. The book was proving to be a fast-paced read with lots of new and interesting twists. She found it easy to escape into the story, which was exactly what she wanted after the long, difficult semester.

And then everything went dark. Present Day I’m lying down. Awake, but unwilling to move. I know I can’t stay in one place for long. Today’s refuge is an abandoned, water-damaged house, where the makeshift bed of cardboard and filthy pillows is at least dry. You’d think that a year after the apocalypse, people would have adapted. Nope. They just became worse. Men rule the world now. Most women were taken—by the demons of hell, as the survivors call them. The destroyers of our world.

Chapter Five Veyra’s POV The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. I had barely slept after everything that happened the previous day, and the conversation between Cairos and Orien kept returning to my mind no matter how many times I tried to push it away. I got dressed for work and left after making sure Zuri is okay too. The moment I stepped outside, I stopped. Cairos was already seated in his car, ready to leave, there was only one private car in the entire Underworld, and it belonged to Cairos. Most people moved around in military transports or settlement vehicles because fuel and working roads had become too valuable after the apocalypse.

She was trying to reach her, but her bas**** ex was holding her, keeping her from using water ability to save her. When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed abilities almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. Chills crawl on her back, recalling what would happen a year from now. Her revenge for every suffering will be done slowly because preparing for the approaching apocalypse matters more. In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.

And there were even some—only a handful, but still—who had the guts to ask him if the rumors about Alisa Vega and Jester Lee were true or not (for these people, he reserved the predatory cold smile Agent Alveston always makes before breaking a suspect’s spirit). Really, there are insensitive assholes everywhere, he thought in exasperation. Why can’t they just leave those two alone? Does it really matter when they started dating and who asked who out first? The AG had bigger things to worry about. Like the increasing Anomaly attacks. Like the ever-elusive Coven. Like the impending second apocalypse.

Elise led Lucas to a red Porsche and got in with him. Lucas stifled a laugh. These cars actually existed in the parallel world. One had to know that they were in the apocalyptic world. The infected areas and base cities were two completely different worlds. The faces of the men and women in base cities were more or less adorned with blissful smiles. Zombies were the least of their worries as the Fighters Alliance was there to defend them. The Fighters’ Alliance was the strongest human force in the apocalyptic world with many sub-alliances scattered across various base cities.

In her spare time, she writes short stories, poetry, motivational, health books. The author’s series The Warhead Hunters: the Zombie Apocalypse Decimation hit Amazon’s best-sellers’ list in Horror Literature & Fiction and Supernatural Horror categories. The author’s over seven titles hit Amazon’s best-sellers’ list in Health, Fitness & Dieting, Reference, Religion & Spiritually, Murder Thrillers, Mysteries, and Crime Thrillers. Tamikio received an award certificate for entering her Christmas short story, Jeremy’s Magical Christmas, in the Christmas Collection Anthology. The author received an honorable recognition as the best crime author of September 2016. She won her first crystal trophy a