Sci-fi Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

All six have names now. Five have estimated locations. The sixth, someone called Beaumont, is a name without a place. LUS’s model holds the others and loses Beaumont completely, as though the person steps sideways out of the graph. Maya marks the gap. She will come back to it. Resources: a continuity facility with power, redundancy, protected communications, and supply routes. An administration survives the apocalypse because, irritatingly, it is designed to survive precisely that. The world ends, civilization collapses, and somewhere beneath reinforced concrete a procurement form continues circulating for signatures.

“That place was basically destroyed by the former gods who ruled the Sector One planet because Planet Five’s abilities were too low.” Vera looked at her like her whole world had collapsed under her feet. So that apocalypse had been their doing. But how is it possible, she read this book back on Earth and it never mentioned anything like that. The poisoned sky, the dead walking, the broken earth, the endless survival, all of it came from this place. But how had she survived? How had she ended up here? If what Belinda said was true, and if Vera compared the timing, then she had traveled two thousand years into the future inside some crazy book that had treated her world like background damage.

​He gave a demonic laugh and said, "Sophia, Lucas was not a human. He was a biological robot I created, whose job was to pull you to this pond. And what was inside that golden box..." ​Arthur Moreno pointed toward the pond. I looked and saw the still water turning into a giant mirror. In that mirror, it wasn't the reflection of Quebec City, but the ruins of a destroyed world in the year 2046! From the center of the pond, it wasn't a mechanical hand that emerged, but the cry of a real newborn baby. Upon hearing that cry, the tattoo on my thigh burst open, and thousands of tiny blue insects began to pour out. ​Arthur Moreno screamed, "Congratulations, Sophia! You aren't about to become the mot

"They say the Earth is a 'nursery' that has reached its expiration date. They say the soil is poisoned by too much history. If we don't cross now, we stay here for the sterilization of the next cycle. They won't stop until the Gene is gone." ​I looked out through the shattered windows of the Spire at the horizon. The red fire of the Architects' field was gone, but the world below was a chaotic mess of smoke, fire, and societal collapse. Aethelgard was a broken cage, the Red Wasteland was a vast graveyard, and the pack was scattered across a planet that now knew we existed—and likely feared us more than they feared the Hive. We were monsters in the eyes of the people we had just saved.

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.

He turned and walked out of the corridor, back to the surface where a newly born world was waiting to be served once more with a much more human recipe. They stepped out onto city streets now free of threats, yet filled with life beginning to wake from a long slumber. Bima realized that the apocalypse didn't end with a grand explosion, but with a bowl filled again and flavor returning to inhabit the soul. "Time for breakfast," Bima said, and for the first time in a very long while, he truly felt hungry.

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

She was born in a world where humans developed abilities after a cataclysmic incident known as the apocalypse. A wave of miasma fell over Earth and covered it with deadly miasma. Most of the population was killed, while the ones that remained were mutated, gaining super abilities. The animals of the world mutated as well, becoming rampaging beasts that filled the world with destruction, humanity was at peril… or well, it was, as such an event happened dozens of years in the past.

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren