Steampunk Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The temperature has dropped three times now, and there is frost sneaking up the window glass already. Another drop, and he would die of hypothermia. He needs more information! Meph moves the raven table, closes the window, opens the glass bookshelf and moves every book, trying to trigger some secret door. Among his hasty search, mixed a flat synthesized female voice-- DING! [Alice found—] It’s the same emotionless voice that greeted him. Unfinished, the voice bursts into a blast of distorted audio, running into some sorts of glitch. Meph freezes at the voice. Alice found? He turns around swiftly, eyes tracing back the messy trail behind him. Something he just touched triggered that voice, bu

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

Poppy grinned as she showed the tray that she, Lily, and Jason were carrying. The tray contained a variety of thinly sliced meats, which were certainly very rare in times like these during the Apocalypse. Even someone as expressionless as Charles couldn't hide his surprise when he saw it. “I didn't know you had so much meat in stock,” Charles said, unable to resist telling Poppy. “We found a lot of resources when we left the base last time. It's rare that we get to enjoy food like this, so isn't it more enjoyable when we enjoy it together like this?” Poppy smiled broadly as she looked at everyone sitting in a circle in front of the bonfire.

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.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

" Before Stephen could say anything, Darren stepped on the accelerator. The truck rolled past the frightened survivors and entered the farm. **** The truck continued deeper into the farm. The smell became worse with every meter they traveled. Rotting animal carcasses littered the area. Dead pigs. Dead cows. Dead chickens. Dead sheep. The remains of both animals and humans could be seen scattered across the property. Many were already far into decomposition. Flies swarmed everywhere. The air itself felt toxic. Even Darren, who had experienced countless horrors during the apocalypse, struggled to tolerate it. Then.... Movement. Several monsters suddenly emerged from both sides of the road. The

Feelings of dread came over her and she could feel her heart in her throat. Ally knew when she flipped the switch there would be another birthday surprise she wasn’t going to be able to handle. She flipped it anyways. Another great masterpiece painted by the late Leonardo da Vinci creeped into her mind, Last Supper, but the Rob Zombie edition. The birthday decorations where all still there. In fact, someone took great care to arrange all of the bodies in the chairs. Some were wearing party hats, other had noise makers in their mouths. Looking at the floor she saw Jeremy’s hair tousled and matted with blood. He was missing his arm, the one that sent her over the edge this morning. He wa

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.

Progressing down the halls toward the manor's war chambers, I felt the cosmic wheels of inevitability grind ever onward toward an explosive terminus. And Damien Nightshade, whether he knew it or not, had just bought himself a front row seat to the opening salvo of the apocalypse that would unmake everything in its path. Including anyone foolish enough to dare obstruct this cosmic Alpha's inexorable ascendance into supremacy over all. .... I jolted awake in the plush chair of my study, snarling as my instincts registered the first rays of dawn filtering through the windows. How long had I been asleep? Seconds or hours, it made no difference - every wasted moment was another opportunity for th