Steampunk Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us. They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked. Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.

Once it was fully in place it was no longer visible. And right now they can see it, as blue sparks almost seem to be shooting up from the ground, upwards toward the center. The sparks don't seem to be coming from one specific location. It seems to be coming from several different locations, all along the south end of the territory. Reid shifts and takes off in the direction where the disturbance seems to be coming from. Apollo comes running up behind Titan, with Addison on his back as the vampires quickly raced past them. Titan, Apollo and Addison reach the border and are shocked at the number of vampires along the whole South end of their territory.

escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money. At 23, fresh out of college, I had been full of ambition, thinking I could make something of myself. Two years later, I had become the bottom of the food chain, feeling guilty for even stepping over a sewer rat. Looking back, I realized: the four of us, the family I had built, had survived together through every hardship. And now, the apocalypse was coming. With the apocalypse, there would come zombies. Strong, fast, countless. A single bite from those teeth, top and bottom, was lethal.

The elder vampire turned around, with the gun still in his hand, and pulled the trigger. Mason's eyes widened and he gasped as the vervain bullet pierced through his skin and became lodged in his chest. He staggered back and fell to the ground, unmoving. Harley screamed as Demitri pulled the trigger two more times to triple the dosage of vervain; making it impossible for Mason to break through.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

Chase. Sunday, February 14th. Hours later. Morning. 5:30 AM. Dawn slowly crests over the horizon as Cameo slips into the car beside me. I tear my gaze away from the icy water where my men have spent most of the night dumping the acid burned remains of Bowman and his friends. “All done?” I ask coldly. He nods. From the corner of my eye, I catch my other men already moving toward the waiting black SUVs. Cold air drifts into the car before Cameo shuts the door.

Lucas activated his Hundred Heavenly Steps and brought the Apocalyptic Legion to the Abandoned City. Lucas and the Apocalyptic Legion were like gods stepping into the boundaries of the Abandoned City; everyone had to give way to them. Lucas arrived at the exact spot he had arrived at on his last trip. It was where he had fused over 4000 zombies. Lucas wondered whether he had fused all the remaining zombies in the area. It was dead silent when Lucas and the Apocalyptic Legion arrived in the area.