Novel & Cerita Post Apocalyptic Series

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

Max added as he walked into the living room with a plate piled with pizza. “Didn’t you say aliens don’t exist?” Little Bob asked. “Yes, and I lied about that, sort of. We thought he had been killed in the explosion that took down the containments on the base, but he was not. Someone took him, and hopefully, what Cat is printing will tell us who it was or at least give me a hint about who it was,” Wren said. “So, how can we help?” Big Bob asked. “You were just told about people building mutant creatures and an alien, and that is your only question?” Lindsay questioned in disbelief.

Valeria POV It had been three months since I vanished. Three months since I watched the headlines mourn me as if I were gone forever. Three months since I started pretending I was someone else. I rented a small apartment in a quiet coastal town — the kind of place where no one asked questions and the sea was loud enough to drown out thoughts. Most days I kept the curtains closed. The sunlight felt too bright, too real. I’d sit on the couch for hours, doing nothing. Just breathing. Just trying to forget.

"Go get some rest. Tomorrow, I'll take you out for a spin—you've been cooped up long enough." Ray ruffled the dog's head. The fur felt soft under his hand, and he couldn't resist giving it a few extra pets. A night passed. The post-apocalyptic world had reached day 80. Ray stayed home all day. After last night's premature scouting, he decided to lay low for a few days. At home, only three women remained mid-evolution, so he figured it was best to wait until they were done.

Games are so scarce recently even though the entire world has become one big jungle. After the pandemic and the chaos the world went through, Mother Nature claimed everything. Entire cities turned into green, lush forests, but it was useless. There were no edible fruits to eat or clean animals to hunt. It was a sick and twisted joke from the gods. I got my backpack and sword and headed to the first trap we had made and as expected I found nothing. The second one had a small rabbit. I caught it and cut off his head and skinned it quickly and strapped it to my backpack.

Vincent turned to Anderson, who approached the glass wall, looking at New York City from above. "I will be away for the next few days. There are important things I have to do. While I'm away, please watch the lab and update me. They're starting to produce the virus. Our clients are waiting," said Anderson, making Vincent more nervous. The end of the world will become more apparent. "Sir, shouldn't we just stop all this?" Anderson glanced briefly at Vincent. "The world will end. The vampires are roaming everywhere, then humans will die. There will be a big war!" Vincent gave Anderson a picture of an apocalypse. "That's what I want, Dave. Dethroning the human."

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face.

"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