Surviving The End Of The World Novels & Stories

“After the gods fall and the earth is submerged in water, life begins again. Two humans survive Ragnarök: Lifthrasir and Lif.” “How do they survive the end of the world,” I ask, silently tacking on and who would want to? “They hide. They run away to the woods and hide until everything is over,” Tara says with a shrug. “And when they come out, they repopulate the world.” “That would be dominion over death, wouldn’t it?” Nathan suggests. “Rebuilding anew on top of that destruction?” “Are the thralls acting out Ragnarök, then?” Hannah wonders aloud, tapping her lips with the capped end of her marker.

“After the gods fall and the earth is submerged in water, life begins again. Two humans survive Ragnarök: Lifthrasir and Lif.” “How do they survive the end of the world,” I ask, silently tacking on and who would want to? “They hide. They run away to the woods and hide until everything is over,” Tara says with a shrug. “And when they come out, they repopulate the world.” “That would be dominion over death, wouldn’t it?” Owen suggests. “Rebuilding anew on top of that destruction?” “Are the thralls acting out Ragnarök, then?” Hannah wonders aloud, tapping her lips with the capped end of her marker.

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

The Horror stood above shattered kingdoms. Mountains collapsed beneath its shadow. The world was ending. Thomas recognized the battlefield immediately. It was their world. His world. And standing before the Horror— was himself. Alone. Every other Crown Holder was gone. Ava. Rowan. Cassian. Valen. Dead. The realization hit him like a blade. The future Thomas fought desperately. But he was losing. Slowly. Inevitably. Then darkness swallowed the vision. A second future appeared. This time the world survived.

“It was made. Deliberately. A small group decided there were too many people in the world and arranged to correct that.” No euphemism. No administrative language. She refuses to turn mass murder back into a line item on the committee’s agenda. “Most of them are dead. Some are not.” A murmur moves through the room and stops. “The survivors did what powerful people tend to do. They built redundancy. They prepared facilities. They protected their supply lines and their records.” She pauses. “The world ended. Their administration survived.” That gets the smallest sound from somewhere near Aaron. Not quite a laugh. More the noise a person makes when reality has become too stupid to process normal

It was the look of a man who was utterly bored with the mundane struggles of the city and had just been promised a playground of pure, unadulterated chaos. ​"The end of the world..." Lucien repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like a delicious threat. He leaned so far across the table that I could smell the lingering smoke of his cigar. "There's going to be a lot of people dying, right? Tell me, sweetheart, what are we getting? Earthquakes? Tsunamis? Tornadoes?" ​I stared at him, my hand freezing in mid-air. I couldn't comprehend their reaction. Five years of surviving that living hell had left me scarred, hardened, and desperate to avoid repeating the nightmare.

I had endured because Dante held my hand and told me there would be a life after all of it. Now that life had finally come, he wanted me to hide it. “If you truly love me,” I said, “why is my child the one who has to disappear?” Dante’s expression darkened. “Don’t make it sound like that.” “But that is what you’re doing.” A few guards and staff members had started looking toward the office. Dante noticed and lowered his voice. “We’ll talk at home.” He guided me out through the private elevator. Serena followed us without being asked.

Liam threw himself over Sophia as the ceiling fell, as Victoria screamed, as Agent Williams shouted orders that were lost in the roar of destruction, as their baby moved inside Sophia one last time before darkness and debris and the crushing weight of consequences finally—finally—caught up with all of them. The last thing Liam thought before the world ended was simple and devastating: We survived everything else. But not this. Not this. And then there was nothing but falling, breaking, ending.

The sky never cleared after the missiles fell. Ash choked the heavens, turning day into a dim, endless twilight. The sun existed somewhere beyond the thick veil of dust and debris but down below, it no longer mattered. The world had survived Barely. The mountains stood like broken teeth against a dying sky, their peaks coated in gray frost that never melted. The air was thin, bitter, and carried the constant scent of burnt earth. Nothing grew, Nothing thrived. Only the pack remained. They had taken shelter in the deep caverns beneath the mountains—an intricate network of tunnels and reinforced chambers that Adrian and Samuel had designed in those final seventy-two hours. It had worked. The b

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."