Sci Fi Apocalypse Romane & Geschichten

Mara stood, her knife drawn, her eyes blazing, catching the cliffs’ collapse, her strength the only thing holding us together as the world trembled. "We need the compound," Lucian rasped, his voice shredded, pointing to the torchlight flickering beyond the cliffs, the pack’s walls a fading hope against the apocalypse bearing down. "Sylva, the elders, someone, anyone, we need to know how to stop this. The severing didn’t end it, it woke it." His eyes were desperate, his blade shaking, the bond screaming his fear for me, for us, for everything.

Warning: contains dark erotica themes such as non-consensual and/or violent sex Enter at your own risk! The Earth African Continent, Johannesburg Year: 2071 A deadly and extremely contagious synthetized virus breaks out into the world, swiftly taking the lives of millions... The entire society of the planet fastly collapses into a pit of constant war and chaos, reduced to their early ancestors’ primal behavior... Maddened by the fear of facing a violent and excruciatingly painful death caused by the novel virus, Earth’s inhabitants immediately succumb to a reality of savagery, guided by the basic instinct of survival.

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

She stumbled a little as I pushed her through the door, and a photograph slipped out of her pocket and fell to the floor. I picked it up. It was a signed photo, and something about the face tugged at my memory. Before the apocalypse, Anna had been a singer. She brightened immediately. "Do you want me to sign one for you too? Rhett used to come to all my shows back then." I frowned and turned the photo over. On the back was a picture of Anna and Rhett together. A date was printed in the corner. March 21, 2060. The world tilted. That was the day the apocalypse hit, the day we fled, and the day Ophelia fell into the fissure and never came back up.

Jayden could hardly believe it. Molly was equally shocked, a mix of awe, fear, and embarrassment washing over her. She hadn't doubted Jayden for even a moment. Were it not for Ray, she would have been hit in that instant. Her gaze instinctively sought Ray, filled with a burning curiosity. Ray smiled faintly. "Although he's wrapped in thick layers outside, he's actually wearing a down jacket underneath. He wasn't at the hospital when the apocalypse struck. He came after." No explanation needed. The apocalypse began on June 1st. Who would wear a down jacket to the hospital in early summer? It was impossible.

The entire time we walk in silence but I know Dante has something on his mind. He absentmindedly touches his lips, licking them, grinds his teeth together, and keeps looking back. I pull him to a stop, and I want to know, what is he doing? “Something smells wonderful,” he whispered. I remember the monster in the forest. I tell Dante a half-life and a truth. I found a monster with delicious honey, I ate him, and now he is gone. Not dead, but gone, and that is all he needs to know, that is all he will ever know about how I survived the Danger of Daylight.

The apocalypse did happen. But it wasn't the end of the world. It was the start of a tyrant world ruled by a superior race—the bloodsucking kind. I had been running away from this nightmare-come-true for four years. Our family hid underground from the global chaos that went around the continents. The global domination was led by the newcomers. In fact, the newcomers were not new but rather ancient. We remembered learning in school that Homo sapiens were not the only species to walk the earth, and we were right.

She was trying to reach her, but her bas**** ex was holding her, keeping her from using water ability to save her. When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed abilities almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. Chills crawl on her back, recalling what would happen a year from now. Her revenge for every suffering will be done slowly because preparing for the approaching apocalypse matters more. In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

Xander said and Maya and Grey were stunned as they looked at him. "How do...we stop the apocalypse?" Maya asked him. "You and Verne have to break your union," Xander began to say. "No," Maya said, as her voice croaked with tears the more. "And if we don't?" Grey asked him. "The apocalypse will wipe out both worlds and your child will not be born," he replied. Maya's eyes glistened with tears as she stared at him in shock. "No," she said, shaking her head as she placed her head on her stomach as a tear trickle down her cheek.