Steampunk Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"Port side! Multiple signatures in the steam!" They didn't come from the depths. They came from the mist. The Steam-Serpents were creatures of semi-solid vapor and molten core, their bodies glowing with a sickly, volcanic orange. They didn't swim; they slid through the boiling air, their shrieks sounding like a thousand tea-kettles screaming at once. "They're targeting the quartz windows!" Nathaniel shouted, his silver staff emitting a high-pitched ward. "If they crack the glass, the steam-pressure will implode the bridge!"

The final stage of the mobilization—the "Core Coupling"—was the most dangerous gamble in the history of the Union. To move the city, they had to physically detach the primary intake pipes from the planetary crust and reconnect them to the mobile "Vessel" without a loss of pressure. In the language of steam, a "Vacuum Collapse" was the ultimate horror; if the pressure dropped for even a second, the steam would condense, the turbines would seize, and the resulting suction would implode the entire city like a crushed tin can.

Valerius opened the seaward valves. The built-up, catastrophic steam pressure of the Deep Node instantly violently expanded into the cleared pipes. It didn't just push the Abyssal Crawlers out. It loaded them into the plumbing like cannonballs. A deafening, apocalyptic BOOM echoed across the capital. From the massive iron drainage pipes set into the harbor seawall, a catastrophic blast of superheated steam and boiling black water erupted outward. The Abyssal Crawlers, instantly flash-boiled by the magma exhaust, were fired horizontally out into the bay like grapeshot, their shattered cobblestone armor skipping violently across the ocean surface before sinking into the dark.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

He hung midair, his wings of flame gone but he was suspended instead on a funnel of storms as he hurled lightning bolts and fire down at buildings and cars, people running up and down, trying to out screech one another. "Nice, one minute into the world and he is already burning it down before we have a chance to enjoy it." Obiora grimaced joylessly. The scenery must have looked like a page out of an apocalyptic book, a floating storm god, the skeletal remains of a skyscraper looming out of the depths of the earth like a spoon in a tea cup, androids and creatures out of a steampunk age nightmare racing out of the institute unto the city. Everywhere was in chaos and Shango stood in the midst o

The warmth that only for me was destined, returned. He took me with his thumb gently over the russian cheek. “My brave little bastard,” he whispered. He bowed down and kissed me, deep and demanding, an archaic promise between soot and ice. “Let’s see Nightmare to end.” Chapter 8: The Bloody Equator The next morning the boilers of the steel lungs whipped. The upcycling polymer stopped the pressure without any problems. The hot feeling of Steam sounded like a triumphal scream in the ice cold gorge. The massive

The "War of the Realms" was a sensory apocalypse. As the genre-portals opened, the "Unmapped" North was flooded by the "Biological Trash" of a hundred dead universes. A legion of steampunk automatons from Sector 7 crashed into the "Genesis Legion" warriors. A swarm of eldritch horrors from Sector 2 began to "Eat" the violet lilies, turning the courtyard into a landscape of grey, writhing tentacles. The air was a chaotic mess of scents—ozone, steam, rotting flesh, and the overwhelming, synthetic smell of "Narrative Desperation."

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

Sera only smiled like that before terrible decisions. ****** The underground armoury buzzed with movement around them. Weapons clattered against metal tables. Hunters checked UV cartridges and silver ammunition beneath flickering fluorescent lights. Steam hissed from old pipes lining the concrete ceiling. Zelios smelled like metal, smoke, and overcrowded humanity. The city had once been an underground railway network before the apocalypse turned sunlight lethal. Now, thousands lived crammed beneath reinforced steel ceilings lined with flickering UV lamps. No windows. No sky. Just artificial light and survival.

I grinned, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and turned, grabbing a heavy assault rifle from the side rack. "Daniel, Lucien, come with me." Stepping through the airlock door and onto the high catwalks, the air hit us instantly—thick, foul, and smelling of rust and raw copper. The sky above was a violent, bruised red, while plumes of thick gray smoke billowed up from the once-bustling city in the distance. Screams and car alarms echoed faintly across the valley, a haunting symphony to the apocalypse. I walked along the catwalk, my boots clicking firmly against the steel grating, and stood before the terrified, tense soldiers lining the edge.