Steampunk 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.”

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

“We saw the storm — the sky split in half. We thought this place was a mirage. But you—” “I’m preparing,” I said simply. “And now, so are you.” ⸻ That night, as they rested, I sat by the Fountain — or what remained of it. The cracks in the Sanctuary’s barrier worried me. If the undead could breach it once, they could do it again. The apocalypse wasn’t waiting for ten days. It was accelerating. [System Alert: Temporal Distortion Detected] [Cycle Compression: Ten Days Remaining → Seven] My chest tightened. The cycle was collapsing faster.

His imagination, aided by the alcohol he had consumed, could have easily supplied that after having seen the painting of the dark creature in the library. His nerves calmer, Jon got under the blankets and felt the heaviness in the room surround him as he sunk into a dreamless sleep. Jon was awakened by the bright light entering his room through the windows. He flung the covers out and slid his legs off the bed. He felt a throbbing headache and he massaged his temples. As he was doing this, a weird smell drifted to his nose and worsened his headache. He happened to glance at the pocket of his bag and remembered the garland of sanaria which he placed there when he boarded Gringo's boat. He too

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

"After so long, my blood boils at the prospect of what's to come." The being cracked a smile that was akin to that of a madman as it took a deep breath, feeling the entire plane it was in. "Time to make a journey." The surrounding air froze, as if listening to a command, and as if he never existed, he was nowhere to be seen. But the evidence of his presence and disappearance left its impact on the little blue planet, for after the second the being disappeared, the gravity of the entire planet warped on itself. An already crumbling planet went through the apocalyptic force that acted on it as it finally imploded. Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted

I was fucked against rusted vehicles, bent over barrels, on all fours in the dust, and held suspended between multiple men. My moans were constant and broken, echoing across the wasteland camp. “Yes! All of you! Destroy me! Fill every hole with your survivor cum!” I begged shamelessly. “Breed me in the apocalypse! Make me your camp cumdump!” I came violently again and again, squirting into the dirt as they pumped load after load into my body. Cum covered my face, tits, back, and poured from my gaping pussy and ass in thick rivers. My belly looked swollen from the sheer volume.

Below, at the base of the cliffs, the North had deployed their new weapon: Steam-Siphons. They looked like gargantuan, brass-lunged beasts, anchored to the ground by thick silver chains. They roared with a mechanical fury, pumping super-heated, Rot-infused steam directly at my barrier. The ice wasn't just melting; it was being corrupted, turning into a grey, oily sludge that slid down the mountainside like a dying lung.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.