Post-apocalyptic Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Apex Predators surged ahead 37–29. Taiga was livid, heart beating with rage, why was rei so strong? could it be his teamates weighing him down? he looked around, back straightening, Rin was pouring an abnormal amount of sweat in just second quarter, Takuri, although he looked composed, it was obvious he was nearing his limit, Maya? looked straight ahead, probably cooking up a new strategy.Arata was also spent, breathing heavily, compared to the predators whose members consisted of only elite primes Alpha types, with Kaito a registered Japanese Luna, the wolves were mixed with omega types and an Enigma making them a weaker team, if Taiga wasn't counting himself.

The zombie and virus outbreak had ended all wars. Schools started being built within the safe zone, and our children resumed their studies. Everything and everyone seemed filled with hope. … There were 30 days to go until the wave of zombies attacked. It was Thanksgiving Day, and people temporarily set aside their sorrows. A bonfire burned in the safe zone with turkeys and pumpkin pies baking around it. Everyone gathered to have fun before we shut our eyes and prayed for safety. That was the day I started getting nightmares again. I dreamed of Joyce, who'd been ripped to shreds in kindergarten in my past life. I also dreamed of myself being eaten up by zombies.

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

I said sleepily. He was right, I felt weak and slightly sick that my eye lid started to get heavy. At once I felt a strange cold breeze blow past that made me shiver and open my already closed eyes a little bit. I caught sight of a pale looking slim man wearing a blue tight fitted tee shirt over black leather jeans and brown jacket to my right. He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body.

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

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.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.

Not an animal. Not anything Hope had ever seen in a textbook, on a screen, or in a nightmare she could remember after waking. It hit the ground a hundred yards away without sound. Then it lifted its head. And the parking lot screamed back to life in panic. Hope stood before she realized she was moving. Softball instincts didn’t translate into understanding. But they translated into response. Run or fight. Assess or survive. Kade pulled her back a step. “Don’t,” he said. It wasn’t a warning. It was a command. Hope, looked at him. Really looked. And realized something that made her stomach drop harder than the sky ever could. He wasn’t confused. He wasn’t surprised. He was prepared. Like some