Superhero Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

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.

“This shouldn’t be happening for months.” A distant siren wailed somewhere across the sleeping city. Caleb’s expression darkened. “Your return fractured the timeline.” The wind howled violently through the harbor. And then— “The apocalypse isn’t coming,” Caleb said quietly. “It’s bleeding into the present.”

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

POV: PHINA Surviving the end of the world was never going to be a matter of stockpiling enough grain or locking myself behind twelve-foot walls. Food rots, walls fall, and eventually, the cold breaks through every barrier. The real key to surviving the coming apocalypse lies in knowing exactly whom to trust, and setting boundaries that can never be crossed. Sitting at my desk in the command center, I opened a fresh file on my encrypted laptop and titled it “The Highland Protocols.”

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

"I don't think so." "That is a bad answer." "I don't know. I ran. I fell. My cousin—" His voice breaks. "My cousin got grabbed." Maya closes her eyes for half a second. There is always a cousin. A mother. A husband. A kid. A person just out of reach. The apocalypse does not arrive as an event. It arrives as a series of missing names. "Do you have weapons?" "No." "Lift your shirt. Slowly." Skinny ribs. Bruises. No bite marks.

The Apex dodged. I struck again. It blocked. We fought. But without its connection, the Apex was weak. I was winning. "Scarlett!" Adrian's voice. I turned. He was watching me. "End it!" I looked at the Apex. "It's over." I swung. The Apex fell. I stood over it. It was dead. I had killed it. I had saved the world. I collapsed. Adrian ran toward me. "Scarlett!" "I'm okay." "You're not okay."

What if the world wasn't so bad, and he didn't have to destroy it? No, he couldn't be swayed by his feelings. His mission was to rid the world of humans and until he completes his mission, rest shall elude him. Perhaps his mother was right, she was making him weak. One thing was for sure, he would never allow his love for her change his sole purpose on earth, which was pulverizing it. He was born to annihilate earth. He was the apocalypse! Riri, on the contrary, came to her senses when she had finished pouring out her heart contents. She clasped her hand against her mouth, stupefied when she realized the foolishness of what she had just uttered.