Post-apocalyptic Fantasy Novels & Stories

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

Her memories from her previous life remained vivid. The horrors. The suffering. The endless struggle to survive. The apocalypse lasted for years. Far longer than most people imagined it would. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon. I want Hope Base to continue thriving even ten years from now. Twenty years if necessary. No one knows how long this apocalypse will last. Maybe it will end someday. Maybe it won't. Another sigh escaped her. Rather than waiting for salvation... Rather than hoping the nightmare magically disappears... It's better to build a life within it.

"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."

A fresh, deafening chorus of monstrous shrieks joined the screams of the dying town, creating a cacophony of the damned that vibrated in the bedrock of the earth itself. This was the end. There was no coming back from the threshold I had just been dragged across. The world was ending, and I was bleeding out at its horrific epicenter. My eyelids grew heavy. The frantic flutter of my pulse against the encroaching darkness beat one final time in my throat... twice... then stilled entirely. The searing pain, the suffocating fear, the apocalyptic chaos—all of it receded into the distance, falling away into a vast nothingness.

“The world as we know it is gone. The tide came from death itself and swallowed our land. Through the power of our mana and our inventions, we have lifted the last remnants of our countries in the darkening skies and within the blackened realm of the heavens, we shall survive. Rather if you have aligned with the creatures that have forsaken our lands, split apart from our hovelled society, or turn to the life of piracy, it is my hope that we as man, orc, elf, and all the god creatures survive the dark torrent. Now go home. Spend time with your loved ones. Tell them that everything is going to be okay, we will survive the oncoming darkness and bask within their shadow and thrive.”

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A shy virgin bottom is offered shelter in a gay harem. In a post-apocalyptic world where danger is everywhere, a young man stumbles across a closed community where he can live in comfort and safety. There's only one condition: he has to give up his ass for all the men. Enjoy.. ******** Was it my imagination? Or had I really just seen lights, somewhere ahead of me?

he begged softly still knocking at her door. The door wrenched open revealing Faye, he walked straight into her room. A suitcase was casually standing close to where she stood with her hands crossed on eachother as she await his move, everywhere was quiet there was no music and the TV was off. There was no life in the apartment despite the heavy downpour and loud rumbling thunder outside, the weather was freezing cold but not as cold as the thick ice around Daylan.

He takes me into his arms, “Shhh it’s alright. Wanting to see the best in people is not a bad quality Noelle. It just means the world we live in now is wrong in so many ways. Besides, the fight is far from over yet.” He gives me a soft kiss on my forehead, and we go stand at the wall to look at what is going to happen. The darkness slowly clears, and we can see Hades opening up some kind of por-tal. I am assuming he could only open this portal with my powers. As the portal grows big-ger the grounds start to shake. 4 men on horses slowly appear through the portal and I know immediately it is pestilence, war, famine, and death. Hades has brought the apocalypse by opening a portal to the deepes

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