Post-apocalyptic 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...?"

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

I looked at it once and turned away. My belongings had been thrown into two suitcases. Old medicine bottles were mixed with clothes, and a photo from my first remission had cracked down the middle. I took only my documents, my research notes, and the journal I had kept through treatment. Everything else could stay. When I came downstairs, the front doors opened. Dante walked in. His wedding suit had been changed, but he still looked like a man who had come from the wrong ceremony. His eyes found me at once, then dropped to my empty stomach. The color left his face.

"Could it be the sadness of a lost dream "A dream delayed, no more." Dany's tight silver collar was chafing against her throat. She unfastened it and flung it aside. The collar was set with an enchanted amethyst that Xaro swore would ward her against all poisons. The Pureborn were notorious for offering poisoned wine to those they thought dangerous, but they had not given Dany so much as a cup of water. They never saw me for a queen, she thought bitterly. I was only an afternoon's amusement, a horse girl with a curious pe

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.

The doors shut, and I ascended like a gothic Rapunzel in a malfunctioning fairytale. The elevator opened into… heaven. I stepped out into a sprawling open space with vaulted ceilings, warm lighting, enchanted windows that shifted from starlight to sunset view, and floors polished to a mirror shine. There was a kitchen. A full living room with enchanted flat screens. A freaking hot tub built into a sunken marble corner near the windows. A walk-in waterfall shower that glowed with blue runes. Four bedrooms, a desk area, and both a laptop and a crystal trimmed desktop computer already logged in to something called “GraveNet.”

The silence had hollowed the empty ruins of the streets but still, there was something beneath these ruins that made a way to hope for a day of sun to shine again. Under cracks within the concrete roads, and the gaps that take you to the place which has been hidden by the bare eyes of the creepers roaming as the modern world’s Anpu, guarding the planet from the last source of returning Titania. The place which differs from the darkness corrupted on the surface, has a lively and sparking life emerging inside the whole vessel. A reconstructed underground city, a place to hide for the survivors of the dreadful apocalypse and its aftermath. For some, it is enough to live their whole life, hidden

She drew closer to Taynor wanting to know if he had slept but on touching his shoulders a sharp bright light crossed through her eyes and she suddenly entered a trance. She found herself in a bright arena and she was confused on how she got there. She moved further into the arena and there, she saw a devastated building that the walls and some of the pillars had crumbled. The debris scattered all over the ground surface. She saw drops of blood on the ground and so she walked tracing the blood till she got into a corridor. She walked through carefully and got to a room door which was half open. Curious, she entered. There was a man possessing white hair who was chained across the room, then a

I remember sleeping and… the world… it was strange… it was as if… everything turns to a mess… Ahh… the IKINOBIRU… It was the game I was playing that's suddenly became a reality in just a blink of an eye… Right… Saypher… Migo… Kheina… Kael… and even Fiolle was there… Also that damn old scary man… Eh? I remembered dying after being hit by his missiles didn't I? Is this the after world? Why is everything seems so dark? Is it the hell whom they are talking about? But… what about those red fire that they would be having to make people be in much pain? I feel nothing special at all… Ah, it is not as if I did something bad to be in there… did I? On the contrary, I did nothing in particular to be sa

At his words, the scenes from my previous life when the apocalypse first descended surfaced clearly in my mind once more. The order established by human civilization had completely crumbled the moment the apocalypse began. Various factions rose up amidst the chaos, scheming against and crushing one another. Even after survivor bases were established, bringing some semblance of order and change, they were still backed by endless struggles for power and profit. Back then, many people didn’t die at the hands of ferocious mutated animals or plants, but fell to their so-called "own people," dying inexplicable deaths. While peeling his roasted sweet potato, Caelan Palmer looked at everyone with sp