Post Apocalyptic Fantasy Setting Novels & Stories

Now the power was gone, and in a few days, even cell signals would disappear. When that happened, they would be completely helpless. Ray shook his head. From here on, everyone would turn violent out of despair. And for certain evil people, this disaster would release the darkness buried deep in their genes. Because now, they no longer needed restraint. Once communication collapsed, humanity would essentially return to primitive times. At that point, even if someone committed monstrous crimes, who would ever know? Who would punish them? For ordinary people, the apocalypse was hell. But for the wicked, it was paradise.

"Then tell me, what should I do?" Zoey puffed her cheeks. "I have no idea." Cyrus’ eyes grew distant. "Then we take our time. We wait. Time favors us, and the advantage sits with me." For now, only one scenario troubled him: the slim chance that the other 29 buildings would unite. In this apocalyptic world, everyone schemed against everyone. Within a single housing complex, 30 buildings had already formed completely different micro-civilizations. Cyrus’ #25 and groups like the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves ruled through brute force and killing. Lyla relied on brainwashing. Brandon enforced strict order to create a peaceful, conflict-free micro-society.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

The more he struggles, the better reward he thinks he's going to receive. It was already troublesome for him to be stranded in the middle of the world with newbies who didn't know the first thing about fantasy worlds. He has read a variety of novels about it, and he used to fantasize about what his life would be like if he were ever pulled into a parallel world. But the worst thing was that he either didn't get a cheat skill or hasn't discovered it yet. This is the reason why, while everyone worked from early morning on, he only roamed the outskirts of the settlement looking for beasts to fight or treasures to get stronger immediately.

Jackson said with a wicked smile while watching a scene on the laptop. It was the scene of a long-haired Jack covered all over with blood, the bloodied corpse in his arms didn't help matters not to talk of the surrounding dyed with blood, corpses, and death. The earth seemed to have gone through an apocalypse, the surroundings looked like it had completely collapsed, mountains fallen on humans and killing them, seas and rivers scattered all over not left out in the fun of making fresh meat, carcasses of both animals and humans killed by the deterioration of nature itself were all around, even the minor creations that bestowed their existence on the carcasses where nowhere to be seen, seeming

If the infection itself was evolving beyond her memory's ability to predict it, if the compound's entire survival strategy had been built on assumptions that were now demonstrably crumbling, then everyone inside those reinforced walls, her parents Daisy, Marcus, Priya, and Wen, every single person who'd trusted her leadership because she'd never once been wrong, were suddenly standing on ground far less solid than any of them realized. "Pixy,” she thought quietly, "what do we do with this?” [I do not have a complete answer] Pixy said, "This falls outside established protocol.” That's not good enough [I am aware] A pause [Host whatever is guiding this apocalypse; now it's no longer following

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.

He turned and walked out of the corridor, back to the surface where a newly born world was waiting to be served once more with a much more human recipe. They stepped out onto city streets now free of threats, yet filled with life beginning to wake from a long slumber. Bima realized that the apocalypse didn't end with a grand explosion, but with a bowl filled again and flavor returning to inhabit the soul. "Time for breakfast," Bima said, and for the first time in a very long while, he truly felt hungry.

The world after The Burning was quiet. Too quiet. No more cars rumbling down streets, no more planes humming overhead. No more constant hum of humanity. Just ash and silence. I moved through the ruins of a small town, my feet crunching over broken glass and charred debris. The once vibrant town was now just a skeleton, its buildings blackened and hollowed out, like they’d been picked clean by vultures. The air was thick with the smell of burnt wood and decay, and every breath tasted like dust.