Superhero Apocalypse Novels & Stories

[Hyacinth] “Superheroes,” Slate looks skeptical. “Like Superman?” As we made our way along the highway headed south, we decided to take Bash with us on our little adventure down the coast. It was easier than taking him back to River City and then heading out alone again.

"Bastard, still want to be like the last life, deceive me to the small forest, drink the poison wine that you prepared, just to get my 'Extreme Cold Crystal'?" Ryan was furious, teeth gritted, as he crushed the phone in his hand! What a joke! He had already been reborn, how could he make the same mistake again? That's right! Ryan is a reborn person. In his previous life, he was a famous genius in the Superhuman Academy Academy of the Federal Earth. At a young age, he awakened the extraordinary abilities of Wolverine, and was valued by one of the senior mentors of the academy, teaching deeper extraordinary powers!

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

“When I collapsed this morning, I had a vision. The monster behind the attacks revealed himself to me. His name is Thanox, and I've seen him before in the first nightmare I had of him many years ago. Caspian, he's truly the one behind the attacks. I had my suspicions, but he confirmed everything this morning. And tonight, he’s coming here. To Nightfall. Thanox plans to destroy the summit. To kill every leader gathered in this pack, including other innocent lives. He’s coming, and if we don’t prepare ourselves, we’re all as good as dead. You have to believe me.” “I believe you Jocelyn.” He blurts out the words on reflex, as if he had already sworn to himself to believe every word that comes f

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

Even, she doesn't know why so how could she explain logically? Well, superpowers will appear in each person sooner but it is still the first day. She doesn't want to be treated as guinea pig at the beginning of apocalypse, just because of zombies are ignoring her. So, she could only let the hand's owner drag her away while she's trying to pop out her head out of the blanket's cover like a cake roll.

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

Ryan huffed. I smiled and didn't say anything. He took that as approval and babbled on. Ryan was such an idiot. When the apocalypse broke out, I had fought through zombies and negotiated with the upper ranks so he could have a comfortable life and a lab. When he lived off what I provided, why didn't he talk about manners then? In our past life and until now, he had rarely had to face zombies himself because of me. Now that I clearly saw him for who he was, I finally realized what a selfish fool he truly was.

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?