Sci Fi Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

A final, grand feast to mark the completion of our preparations, to reassure Lucien's men that their families were safe, and to celebrate the fact that we were ready for whatever came next. ​Down below, Daniel was helping direct the family escorts, looking completely composed despite the wild night we’d shared, while Lucien stood near the perimeter wall, his massive frame radiating an absolute, unyielding presence that put everyone at ease. ​The sky above was already beginning to darken with the heavy, strange atmospheric pressure that signaled the end of the old world and I looked at the timer ticking down in my system interface. ​The apocalypse was officially coming tomorrow—and we were co

[Juliet's POV] I jolted awake and gasped heavily for air. I took in the familiar-looking ceiling and bedsheets. I was in the rented apartment I had lived in for three years before the apocalypse. I felt the sun shine on the back of my hand, its warmth feeling so surreal. I picked up my phone resting by my pillow, and the screen lit up. It was July 15th, 2058—seven whole days before the apocalypse happened. I stared blankly into space for five whole minutes before my mind slowly drifted back to reality. I had truly been given a second chance at life.

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.

Meph follows the sound by instinct, only to notice his new tattoo — the black little snake around his wrist — is glowing red, projecting a hologram of a game panel right above its little snake head, one that moves along with his movements. The panel looks like an old fashioned computer screen. Lines of green words over a pitch black background. Ugly as hell. There is really no need for the angels to localize the trial to the first glimpse they took on the human civilization. Such a weird combination of magic and ancient computer tech is like seeing a tissue section of the failed civilization that ran itself into extinction. Lines of words fly up on the screen, pushing the previous line up as

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

In addition, you must also survive in this post-apocalyptic world; otherwise, you will die in this frozen world. The broad smile on Poppy's face slowly disappeared from her lips, replaced by a look of disbelief. "No way! How can I still have to survive after dying so tragically before!” Poppy fell to the ground in a pile of snow, running her hands through her hair in frustration. [Host, there is no need to be afraid. The System will help the Host survive in this apocalyptic world.] “What exactly can you do to help me?” Poppy became curious about what this entity, calling itself the System, could do to help her survive.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

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.