Post-apocalyptic Fiction Novels & Stories

A light frown on my face would make him panic. I used to think I was the happiest woman in the world—until that familiar scar appeared in a trending post written by a woman who claimed she had given birth to her best friend's husband's child. It felt so surreal that I could barely believe it, yet the truth sat there on my screen, cruelly crushing everything I once believed.

Summer arrived in full force. The temperature climbed into the seventies. The mountains turned green. Wildlife thrived. The world, for the first time since the freeze, felt alive. And with life came the children. Week twenty-five: Three pregnancies confirmed in the alliance. All planned, all wanted, all celebrated. "First post-apocalypse generation," Sarah announced at council meeting. "These children will be born into the world we're building, not the world we lost. That's significant."

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

Electric lamps illuminated quiet walkways, while children laughed in distant courtyards, unaware of the monsters that ruled the world beyond their borders. To them. The apocalypse was a story. To those who governed this place. It was a memory they refused to repeat. At the heart of the settlement stood the Council Citadel. Its towering white walls overlooked the entire city, its architecture untouched by war. Marble columns rose toward a vaulted ceiling where intricate murals depicted humanity's rise, its fall, and the solemn vow to preserve what remained.

This was one time she wished she could become invisible. The rain had stopped by the time she made it outside to a blackened sky. Most of those that were outside were the “freaks.” Even in the post-apocalyptic world, where it was more advanced, slurs were still a thing but now aimed at those preternatural. Vampires, lycanthropes, elves, nymphs, Aziza, Yumboes, and seemingly normal people.

Something old and very unknown to those who were born after the 3000s, like me. There was an anomaly, just like in the heavens. A constant sign of life and lights, even in a place that should not sustain life for years. At least, not human life. It was a desert of stone. Abandoned streets and buildings. But somehow, as my car approached the deserted intersection between roads, I noticed that on my back there was a whole world falling into ruins since the first global collapse, since hunger and despair became human dilemmas, while my eyes glimpsed buildings and trades too empty and whole for an apocalypse.

We'll deal with that problem if shifting becomes a necessity. The outpost has grown to three times the size it was during our last visit. Not in the least pretty, it's a ragtag mess that somehow manages to appear organized. Humans slapped together houses, huts, and cabins with whatever material available or used trailers and semitrucks as living quarters. Designated spaces much like campgrounds before the apocalypse give each family a small area of their own. A cordoned-off square, in the center of town, has trade good stands with people gathered around, looking through wares and bargaining with their own products. Paper money is good for nothing but wiping your bum in the new world. This to

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.

Apocalypse My mind barely registered all the sirens out there, ambulances, firetrucks and arrays of police cars. I was still basking in the aftermath of the chaos and despair. People were still screaming and crying. My smile widened at their suffering. Those fools Finn and Xalvy thought they were going to stop me. I clenched my hands at the mere thought of their names. They are in for a rude awakening. I’m not that defenceless and pathetic woman from so many years ago. Subconsciously, I bared my teeth at the thought of the past.

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?