Post Apocalyptic Romance Novels & Stories

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

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.

The facility erupted in flames. The evolved infected were destroyed. The Apex was thrown into the air. It crashed into the ground. I ran. Through the flames. Through the chaos. Through the death. I reached the edge of the forest. Adrian was waiting. "Scarlett!" "I'm okay." "You're not okay." "I'm alive." "That's all that matters." I looked back at the facility. It was destroyed. The evolved infected were destroyed. But the Apex was still alive. It rose from the ruins.

Karl would go ballistic. Literally. He'd probably detonate a truckload of C4 on the Upper East Side, where Baal's townhouse was located. Amanda 's show came back on. Another photo was displayed. "Oh, crap." Arthur grimaced. It was a picture of Baal and Aya Mayhem together. "Can you believe it?" Amanda screeched. "Malcolm Baal is marrying a mortal!"

Elina and Adrian wake up slowly and look around at the room . Both slowly immersed in themselves . The couple is a married couple and died from the hunger and the cold . This is an apocalypse era . It's been a year since the apocalypse began . The boy borned after the apocalypse began . The father is a fire ability and the mother is a normal person . That is why they can survive until few days ago . Unfortunately , because the mother and the son doesn't have ability , the safe base didn't safe for them as the mother Elly Lee is a beautiful and gentle stewardess before the apocalypse begin .

"Their base wouldn't survive if it's full of useless people. It's hard to admit but Agila is capable enough for them to survive this long into the apocalypse. How many bases of the government had fallen? Countless, but Agila remains a force on its own." Everyone turned silent. Even though it was hard to admit, Gracea's words had some truth in them. The apocalypse was harsh, sparing no one on its way. Millions of people got infected, and every country's government tried its bests to save their people. Creating a safe haven for them, and providing rapport. Among the early bases founded, Agila was a force to be reckoned with. They do not like how the government made their rules, and the rules t

HELENA The elder hesitated, his eyes darting around before falling on me again. I wasn’t backing down. I needed the truth. “She fell in love.” the answer caught me completely off guard. “She met a traveller from the outside village.” He continued. “She wanted a life beyond this place. She believed distance could weaken what was inside her.”

"You seem emotionally committed already.” “You are unbelievably irritating.” “So I’ve heard.” Jonas returned from the back hallway frowning. “No exit. We’re trapped here until sunset.” Wonderful. Now, she was trapped underground with an immortal vampire she’d stabbed multiple times tonight. The apocalypse somehow found new ways to ruin her life daily. Outside, the wilds continued shrieking around the pharmacy. Scratching. Pacing. Waiting. Husen’s expression darkened slightly while listening. “They shouldn’t still be here.”

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

he asked, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm to ensure her comfort. “Mmm… yeah, baby,” Hazel moaned, her tone filled with satisfaction. “I love you,” Alex whispered, his movements tender and deliberate. “I love you too,” Hazel replied, her voice trembling with emotion as they shared their intimate moment. *Later That Night* The villa was quiet, its heavy silence mirroring the unease that lingered after the events of the evening. Alex sat in his wheelchair by the window, staring out into the darkness. His mind churned with thoughts of vengeance, strategy, and the future.