Sci-fi Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

"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."

Silas was a shadow-wraith, his physical form almost entirely gone as he held the gate open. And then, the snap. The white light vanished. The Architects vanished. The Spire vanished. We were in the Dark. ### The Quiet Apocalypse I woke up on a floor made of cold, solid shadow. It was quiet. Not the silence of the Purge, but the silence of a house at 3 AM. I opened my eyes and saw the stars. But they weren't the stars I knew. They were tiny, pulsing orbs of violet and red—the souls of the "Stitched" world, projected into the sky of the Void.

Being a saint was the deadliest during an apocalypse. [Ding! The human body fishing ended successfully. Time to settle the rewards!] [Congratulations, you've received: 1 small nuclear fusion generator, 1 high-pressure water gun, 1 indoor soilless cultivation base, 3 premium cold-resistant combat suits!] Looking at the generator that was flashing blue in the system storage, I was elated. With this thing around, our home could still feel like spring all year round, even if the power outside was completely cut off. We could even have a barbecue.

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.”

Electric lamps illuminated quiet walkways, while children laughed in distant courtyards, unaware of the monsters that ruled the world beyond their borders. To them. The apocalypse was a story. To those who governed this place. It was a memory they refused to repeat. At the heart of the settlement stood the Council Citadel. Its towering white walls overlooked the entire city, its architecture untouched by war. Marble columns rose toward a vaulted ceiling where intricate murals depicted humanity's rise, its fall, and the solemn vow to preserve what remained.

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.

Cold realization spread through me. “She tried to save me. “She did save you.” he said quietly. “At least partially.” The creature behind me let out another uneven sound. Closer this time, hurt. I turned toward it before I could stop myself. up close, I could see traces of something almost human beneath the ruined skin and hallow eyes. Not fully gone, not completely lost.

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

If it wasn’t for the poison, he would most likely be almost healed already… but unfortunately, hunters are sick. “1, 2, 3,” I say and we both heave, closing the entrance once more before we shift and head back to get Mia and Finn. I sigh, breathing in the morning forest air. It’s quiet and calm. We haven’t seen much wildlife, but this is human territory where they are hunted often so it makes sense they move on as fast as possible. We reach the spot where we left Mia and Finn, and I sigh in relief when I see they are both there. Loki shifts back into human form and he and Mia load Finn and the contraption back on my back.

Nothing was there by accident. She stood in the middle of the storage room, running her finger down her list. There was still more to buy. More generators. More solar batteries. More fuel. Several refrigerators and freezers to keep meat and other perishables safe. In her last life, she had watched food vanish from the market within hours, and she would never let that happen to her again. This time, she wanted enough to last for years. Her phone rang, breaking her concentration. She glanced at the screen. Daniel.