Post-apocalyptic Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

I rubbed my forehead gently, feeling a little throbbing in my head that made me a little dizzy. I could barely tell if it was day or night as I gazed out the window. But each day was dragging me closer to the apocalypse. And as strong as I felt, even with better vision that I could see people walking from kilometres away, I didn't know if I was ready for it. If I was going to not only survive the apocalypse but also take in survivors who would have nowhere else to go. With a sigh, I was about to make my way downstairs when a crazy thought clicked in my head and my lips curled into a smile.

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

Prologue: The Catastrophes of War. Third Person's Point of View. Blood could be foreseen everywhere. The shout was echoing as if it was the normal voice tweet of birds. Two swords colliding and develop a sound of blacksmith's enhancing weapon. All creatures are dying by the catastrophes of wars. One before dying wishing to be spared, while the other one before vanishing, wishing that someone will end this war. Warlocks, Wizards, Deity, Dryads, Elf, Werewolves, Faeries, and Harpies executing oneself's race.

"The year is 3557. Sooner or later it would have to happen. Our Sun has increased dramatically in size, destroying the surface of the planet Earth city and almost all life, and then it began to decrease sharply, lowering the temperature of the planet to -120 Kelvin. Those who survived called the Apocalypse a "Cryogenic explosion," and some of the survivors proclaimed themselves a tribe of " Born in darkness." I am one of the few embroiderers who have become part of this tribe. We started living underground in a city we built called "shelter," and due to the lack of sunlight, we developed white skin pigmentation and new diseases. Not only have we changed our appearance, but our DNA has change

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

The world slowly returned to normal. But the heat-damaged soil would take decades, maybe centuries or even millennia to recover. Everyone had to keep wearing cooling suits just to survive. The shelter continued growing as people established a city around it. Three years after the apocalypse, individual nations had ceased to exist. All races now lived together as one. Dozens of representatives formed an organization called the Federation to lead us. There was no discrimination, only the mutual understanding of survivors who'd lived through hell together. Everyone worked together and had enough to eat. The problem was that most of Earth's plants and animals had mutated after the extreme heat.

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.