Surviving The End Of The World Novels & Stories

It no longer had a hold on this world, but the scars it had left behind were undeniable. “We need to check the city,” she said, voice hoarse. “See who survived.” Dorian let out a low breath, rolling his shoulders. “Right. Just survived an ancient, world-ending catastrophe, and now we’re doing a headcount.” He shook his head but didn’t argue. “Fine. Let’s move before we get buried in this place.” Idris, still leaning on his staff, nodded. “The corruption may be gone, but not everyone will have been freed instantly. Some might be lost… permanently.”

He promised a surprise that sent shivers down my spine. Fear clutched at me as I braced myself for the unknown, aware of Adriano's capability for malevolence. The driver, then turned around, revealing himself. I got the biggest shock of my life. It was Dante. The least expected person. The one I did not want to see alive. I hate this man even more than I hate Adriano. I don't understand how Adriano and Adriano's cousin had miraculously escaped death. "Only we both managed to escape, somehow. Thanks to you Emilia, my whole family is dead." Adriano's revelation that they were the only survivors from that fateful day sent a chill down my spine, and the gravity of their shared fate weighed heavi

Lennon didn’t like the idea of hiding, because it will one day fail, if not on the first day, it’s better to be prepared than sorry, they can still hide but they have to train, not just Noah but them too. If they want to stay alive in this world next year, they have to at least know some martial arts, know how to use weapons and vehicles, that’s the bare minimum, he wasn’t even considering the resources they will need, the place they are going to stay at, the informations they will need, there are a lot of things to consider for this apocalypse, so they will have to stay up all night to discuss it. ‘Damn you Nova.’

“But I didn’t die. I wasn’t killed. Some of the guards at the club managed to pull him off me. He was kicked out. But as he left, he turned around And he shot me. And in that moment I wasn’t scared of death. He won. Fare and square. He won by shooting me. There was nothing unfair in that moment. I had already accepted my fate. But something above wanted me to live. Because that bullet missed my heart by 3 millimetres. And I met the only person I considered family on that day. That day catapulted the rest of my life. So alls well that ends well I suppose.” “Shit.” He looks at me with… pity? “No judgement, remember?” “Not judgement. Awe.” I raise my glass at his words with a feeble smile. “I w

But he would not forget what she had said about the end of the world: - Memorable, I want to share with you my dreams. I often imagine the perfect end of the world when I sit with you in my arms on a sandy beach. I see a huge explosion of the sun wave destroying the ocean and nearby land shores. We dissolve in the radiant light and return home to God, where there are waiting for us beloved people, endless gardens, rivers and wonders of unearthly life. - Sophia, Beautiful ending. - Memorable, I would say – a beautiful beginning!

HELENA By the gods, what had that man led me into? His words echoed in my head. “If you survive the next stretch” he had said. “You will reach places where you stop needing help from strangers.” Did that mean I had to survive whatever was in that damned village? Just what in the gods name was in that village, what did I have to survive by accepting help from this stranger?

" Zy can keep you company. You don't have to get involved in this, not now. And about tomorrow, we will have a complicated day. It is better that you rest as much as possible. I had even forgotten that I needed to return to the normal world when the second scourge reached the earth. I was so focused on the complexity that the end of the world, as well as the beginning of it, had begun on a Sunday. I didn't even know what I would find in my work at the cafeteria. Would people keep consuming and leaving the house as if none of the news on the radio were real? Would others dedicate themselves to observing the skies in the hours near dawn to find out if it was really true? The world was changing

Still bleeding. The first Alpha slowly looked toward the sky. His expression had become grim. "What exactly is judgment?" Nobody answered immediately. Then the creator spoke. "You call it extinction." Silence. The city froze again. The brother beneath the world cursed. The guardian roared furiously. Even the council soldiers looked horrified. The creator continued calmly. "As sixty-nine worlds before you experienced." My stomach dropped. Sixty-nine. Not seventy-three. Meaning some worlds survived. The realization hit everyone simultaneously.

“Mission 001. Survive for the next one hour. Failure to survive would result in termination of specimen. Time left: 01:00:00. You cannot reject the mission, acceptance is involuntary.” “And what if I don't want to do it? What if I wanna leave like I planned to? I'm not planning to die here again.” I muttered in exasperation, my heart thudding in my chest when the timer started. “00:59:59.” "You have to stay and survive the apocalypse." The system said and I scoffed, having enough of this bullshit.