Post Apocalyptic Stories Novels & Stories

It is only because of this job she could go home, relax in her tub and read a web novel before sleep even after the apocalypse. Her favorite are rebirth apocalypse novels and dashing hero ones. After all, we only ever like fantasy when reality is utterly disappointing. There is no way to reincarnate even with all the weird abilities going around. If there were any good men in the world, they did not survive past the first week of the apocalypse. She knew very well what she would do if she were the lead of either story. If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family.

In a world ravaged by a mysterious virus, Emily, a resourceful survivor, crossed paths with Alex, a former scientist searching for a cure. As they navigated the desolate landscape together, their bond grew stronger amid the ruins of civilization. Love blossomed amidst the chaos, proving that even in the face of an apocalypse, the human heart could find hope and connection. Together, they faced not only the dangers of the new world but also the challenges of rebuilding a future where love could endure against all odds.

"After everything we've been through... all the death, all the destruction, all the loss... I never thought we'd make it." I looked up at him. "But we did." "Yes. We did." We stood in silence, watching the sun rise over Haven. The days that followed were busy. Survivors poured in from every direction. They came on foot. On horseback. In battered vehicles. They came alone. They came in families. They came in entire communities. They came because they had heard the stories. The story of the woman who had died and come back to save the world. The story of the man who had become the new Apex to protect humanity.

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

When I encountered a complete blockage of abandoned vehicles, I would instantly retract the SUV into my space, nimbly climb over the wreckage, and then summon the vehicle again once I was clear, continuing toward an auto mall more than twenty kilometers away. This was the very beginning of the apocalypse. The vast majority of the global population had already turned into zombies. Even more lethal, in the coming one to two months, nearly twenty percent of the remaining survivors would also become infected from bites and scratches. The human population would plummet, dropping to less than a tenth of what it was before the apocalypse. From now on, humanity’s numbers would only continue to dwind

Not only that, but the setting will be post-apocalyptic, where the survivors have varying degrees of psychic powers. Most people will have low-level abilities, such as telepathy and empathy. Some will have incredible powers able to manipulate the physical world with their minds, such as telekinesis and precognition. A handful will be able to literally warp what’s real with a thought (sometimes carelessly). The novel will explore similar themes of power and corruption, but mostly fresh ones regarding reality and perception. Specifically, the differences between natural reality vs manufactured reality, and truth vs disinformation. Kinda like what we’re seeing politically across the globe.

The adrenaline from the docks still clung to my skin long after I returned to the penthouse. Even after locking the door behind me, I couldn’t shake the memory of the Stalker’s shriek echoing through the fog. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dead white eyes lunging toward me through the snow. The apocalypse had started early. Which meant every second mattered now. I crossed the dark penthouse slowly, the city lights of Oakhaven glowing beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a dying constellation. Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings…

Dozens of glowing level-one and level-two zombie cores tore free from the mangled corpses, flying through the air in a glittering stream straight into her storage space. Once the battlefield was picked clean, she expanded her pocket dimension further. In an instant, she drew the pristine Beast, Briggs, Jake, Julian, Jolie, and Kailee directly into her storage space, leaving the blood-soaked highway entirely empty. The eerie silence of the post-apocalyptic winter settled back over the underpass, the frozen wind whistling through the empty concrete pillars. "Let's take a break," Joanna muttered to herself as she stepped into the safe haven of her domain to join her crew, vanishing completely f

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.

“Earthquakes. Floods. Collapses. I went into the broken buildings.” He says it without emphasis, which is how Maya has learned to recognize the things that cost him most. “Everyone runs out of a building when it comes down. Somebody has to be built to run in.” Maya says nothing. “Fifteen years going in after people.” His mouth shifts. “Then the world ends, and the apocalypse mostly removes the people part.” He looks again at the mark. “Now I clear rooms with nobody left inside and label them for a team that isn’t coming.” A small shrug. “Some habits are load-bearing. Pull them out, and I’m not entirely sure what’s keeping the rest of the wall standing.”