Superhero Apocalypse Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ELEVEN My blood ran cold. I knew that ability. Authority of Dominion. In my previous life, it had belonged to Julius Everton. It was one of the abilities that made him terrifying after the apocalypse. He could force weaker creatures to obey him, suppress their instincts, and eventually control monsters that should have been impossible for a human to command. But he shouldn't have it yet. Not today. Not on the first day. Julius looked at his glowing hand with fascination. The Gold-Hoarder Golem remained motionless in front of him.

Government use classic way by military force, but it was considered less effective to defeat them because too much loss either in terms of material or resources. A company named Sovereignty pronounce a project to build a shelter to take cover from the acid rain of Red Cumulus and Fluxter that known as Dorm. Sovereignty also handling some research about Fluxter to find out their weakness. Four years later Anti Fluxter Weapon were developed using Fluxter’s core for the energy source combined with the high intelligence program Appsylon. As a program that handle powerful weapon, it will attack anything that marked as threat. That’s why Appsylon need someone to control it, even the refinement pro

With respect to Luke, he was still cheerfully in fantasy land. In his fantasy, he was holding a RPG in one hand and a Gatling firearm in the other. He discharged the two weapons without a moment's delay, constraining various outsiders to escape. From that point forward, he snickered egotistically. "I'm a super police! Who else - " Out of nowhere, he felt like the whole world was influencing, as though a monstrous seismic tremor was occurring. The structures around him began imploding and crashing down on him. With a hopeless moan, Luke sat up.

"I didn't want to be at the party anymore, so I left. The rogues came out of nowhere, they wanted to do things…" I look up and see everyone's eyes on me, Alpha Eligor looks furious, so I need to sell the story more to hopefully elicit some sort of sympathy. I swallow, tasting blood in my mouth that isn't mine. "They told me they were going to rape me, all of them, before they killed me." My dad's hands tighten on my arms, but I look up at Alpha Eligor and see he's listening. "One of them touched me, he grabbed my waist and held me against a tree, tore my clothing. Then Abaddon was there, he pulled him off of me and killed him, he killed them all."

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

On the way out, I might've accidentally shot Willa in the kneecap. Oops. Now they match. Real couple goals. In the end, every last one of those monsters got executed. Not a single one walked. Brentford Base neared completion under my watch. People rebuilt. Production came back. Three months in, the military cleared out the cities. Six months later, the vaccine hit everyone. By the one-year mark, the apocalypse was officially over. Humanity won. And the name Selene Sorrell— they'd never forget it.

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.

] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The hoodie lying on the ground is growing, literally. With a visible speed, it stretches into obviously Meph’s size. At the mean time, Meph’s snake tattoo glow, too. He raises his wrist, and on the game panel, Meph’s name changes from originally “NA12M25” to: [Alice (who ate the cake)] The game legitmized his lie.

"Fine. You get ten seconds of being funny. Then you become useful." Their skin had swollen gray. Their mouths opened and closed as if drowning in air. One wore a police uniform with no jaw. Another dragged a child's backpack from one stiff hand. Ava looked at my broom. "That your apocalypse plan?" "It worked once." "Cute. Mine is running." She shoved a little boy through the kitchen door and pointed the crowbar at me. "If you own this place, make it safe." "I inherited it twenty minutes ago." "Then learn fast."

"The Coalition has a leader. A real leader. Someone behind Vance, someone pulling the strings. Someone who has been planning this for years, who has been preparing for the apocalypse, who has been waiting for the right moment to strike." "Who?" Clara demanded. "Who is it?" Harrison reached for a file on the bedside table, his hands trembling. He handed it to Clara, his eyes meeting hers. "His name is Solomon Kane," Harrison said. "He's a former tech billionaire, a genius, a madman. He predicted the apocalypse years before it happened. He built bunkers, stockpiled supplies, recruited soldiers. He was ready for the end of the world. And now, he's ready to rebuild it in his own image."