Surviving The End Of The World Novels & Stories

We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue. And the tablet in her shop was, as usual, airing news that ruined my mood. The news was talking about the Claude Group. It was a new company and was going strong in the first six months of the year. Now it was in a crisis, and Lauren, the CEO, stepped down. They filed for bankruptcy and started restructuring. I changed the channels. Ah, better. Now it was showing a popular comedy variety show. Laughter came from the screen, and the three of us raised a toast. "To a bright future!"

Emotions that weren't quite mine. But sometimes, Theo reached out deliberately. A surge of warmth meant he was okay. A deep ache meant he was lonely. And beauty appearing in unexpected places meant he loved us still. The world had changed fundamentally. The void remained frozen at its boundary, roughly thirty percent of Earth's surface erased or in stasis. Billions had died or been consumed. The survivors crowded into the remaining seventy percent of livable space. Refugee camps stretched for miles. Integrated cities, barely started before the crisis, became necessary overnight. Humans, werewolves, vampires, hybrids, and all other species packed together because there was nowhere else to go.

Hope that I would die, so that the world would survive. Flashback Over

Half a month later, Clement and Anthea arrived at the bungalow in Uri's impatience and anticipation, this time, they also brought him lots of food. Sitting in a wooden house without candlelight, Anthea hugged Uri's arm in fear. "Why don't you light a candle? I'm afraid of the dark." "Should not." Clement immediately objected. "Having light will easily attract the attention of others. Your brother, his friend, and I are here; what are you afraid of?" Anthea did not dare to ask for more. She sat quietly beside Uri, listening to the stories of the men. "In the book about the creator god, I saw a passage about how mankind was saved from the devil's clutches by Genesis and became the master of th

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

talk to people from all over the world. It was then that he found out that his situation wasn't normal. Over the next two years he learned other languages with the help of some foreign friends he had befriended and became quite fluent. Apparently, he had a knack for languages as he picked them up with little effort. Life continued like this, and he was content. You would think after being treated the way he was, one would develop some sort of a noble goal in life like getting revenge on his uncles and their families or just moving out and living freely but no. Sheng Chen just lived day to day, never made any plans, and never really hated anyone or loved anyone. Even his aunt, who he lat

' the boy thinks when the girl pulls him up as she stands and pushes him away after falling when he looks up he can see a small meteror land where he was just sitting but no sign of the girl . he picks up his phone and sees a live broadcast so he plays it and sees the same meterors falling all over the place it says this is happy world wide and there are these monsters that have started to pop up and as he reads the head line he just stares in shock. [ THE WORLD HAS ENDED ] "What the ?"

Flashing their spectacular, yet deadly bolts of anvil crawlers across the sky, it was Mother Nature's cruel joke of ending up the world. Those who acted fast and without hesitation hid in the underground too frightened to hope for redemption. The air is still hard to breathe and it doesn't kill on spot. It rather brings a slow and painful death. The pandemonium lasted for months, killing what was left of the world's last breath. Several months passed until the waters succumbed to the scorched lands, revealing a dead planet not suitable for living anymore. From what it looked like, humankind couldn't stand a chance against two lethal enemies, a viral disease and a pissed off Mother Earth. But

“None of them have the resources I do, and they certainly don’t have the insights. I’d prefer to keep this—quiet too.” “Then turn it over to the detectives, Andrew.” “We don’t know what ‘it’ is, darling, beyond that it seems to be slowly coming to an end as people keep dying.” “Is that your solution then?” “Please, don’t judge me harshly, Evelyn. I want answers as much as you do,” he said softly. “But not at the cost of the things that we have. The children are happy, maybe for the first time in their lives, and we have each other and an entirely different future expanding before us. The world of yesterday is in the past, and nothing that we do now will undo it. If I have to choose, I want t

Join them or die. Most chose to join the voice’s will but many of them also rejected it. Taken by surprise by an entity that humanity considered as their ally, the world government crumbled into dust as the only rebels are a handful of powerful people that gathered to resist the voice. These rebels managed to hide but it was only a matter of time. Unlike the humans and creatures under the voice’s domain, the rebels didn’t have access to the rest of the world so these rebels needed to exit their shelter to gather food, supplies, and other weapons.