Sci-fi Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

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…

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

Unfortunately, my prediction turns out to be exactly right. Everything starts out okay. The first half of the scene is mostly dialogue. Our characters, Jax and Isabel, have just escaped from a horde of alien creatures (another addition to the sequel) into the relative safety of an abandoned convenience store. The set today looks spectacular - exactly like you'd expect an already trashy gas station mart to look after a huge apocalyptic event. Dilapidated shelves dangle at all angles, dented cans are scattered everywhere, and - of course - everything has a thick coat of "apocalypse dust." The only thing that breaks the illusion is the giant green screen behind the convenience store's "windows"

Dozens of labs, collapsing in the wake of Eira’s crusade. But at the center? A pulse. Not energy. Time. “They’re accelerating something,” Tobias said. “A rift.” Nina nodded slowly. “They’re going to tear the world. Create a second plane — where only those with enhanced minds can survive.” “A psychic apocalypse,” Elara whispered. “Exactly,” Tobias confirmed. “They want to force evolution.” Ophelia stood. “Then we don’t wait.” “We go to the Core.” “We burn them out.” Everyone rose.

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.

The world slowly returned to normal. But the heat-damaged soil would take decades, maybe centuries or even millennia to recover. Everyone had to keep wearing cooling suits just to survive. The shelter continued growing as people established a city around it. Three years after the apocalypse, individual nations had ceased to exist. All races now lived together as one. Dozens of representatives formed an organization called the Federation to lead us. There was no discrimination, only the mutual understanding of survivors who'd lived through hell together. Everyone worked together and had enough to eat. The problem was that most of Earth's plants and animals had mutated after the extreme heat.

“You burned them out of the sky, Weaver. You did it. They are gone. The sky is clear, Winnie. You can let go now.” ​I tried to sit up, but the world spun in a sickening orbit. The gravity of the earth felt like a physical chain, dragging my spirit back into the dirt. I looked past him, out toward the city. The Scrapyard was a graveyard of twisted, glowing metal. The great tripods were nothing more than slag heaps, cooling in the morning air. But as I looked further, I saw the lights. The residential sectors were still flickering. The people were emerging from the bunkers, their faces upturned to a sky that was no longer a cage. The city had survived the harvest, even if its soul had been sco

It was a map. ​"The Sterlings didn't just build labs," I said. "They built a network of clean energy nodes, water filtration systems, and cold-storage vaults that were designed to survive the apocalypse. They’re all locked. And I'm the only one with the biometric signature that can open them." ​The Commissioner's expression shifted. He didn't see a goddess anymore. He saw a Monopoly. ​"You're bargaining with the survival of the human race?" the European General asked, her voice tight.