System Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

“But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?” I shake my head. “Of course, I didn’t order the sodding apocalypse, you wanker. Why would I do such a stupid thing when my own son and my mate live on earth? That would be illogical.” Mathias places his hands on his hips, “I think we’re blowing this out of proportion. This is probably just a coincidence.” Azazel snorts. “It could bloody well have been if it wasn’t for the fact that this happened in places that have never experienced earthquakes or

Jake stared at the message for a moment, then typed back. Jake: [I do have some. But nine rounds aren't enough. Antibiotics are rare.] In this apocalypse, not everyone had a safe, armored RV like his. If someone got injured and the wound got infected, antibiotics were the only thing that could save them. Without them, if your body couldn't fight it off... you just slowly died. Bella: [Fifteen. That's my limit.] Jake: [No, no...]

A journey of five young people will show you how to overcome your worst fear and fight your most formidable foe. I can't guarantee how the storey will end. So, get ready to travel in a new world system, set aside everything, because your world is about to implode... In 2075...

“Do you know what an apocalypse means, Xavier?” Elder Obada walked up to where he was and sat on his bed and Xavier sat up as he stared at the Elder. “A war perhaps?” Xavier frowned. “A war that brings about the end of all lives on the planet?” Elder Obada shrugged. “Close enough. The apocalypse is the end, the end of all lives. You would meet your own apocalypse just like your father met his. You know the story of how your ancestors died right?” Xavier swallowed hard and nodded. “I can remember very clearly.”

Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals lost to the apocalypse. Data towers erupted in arcs of blue flame, server racks frying, lights flickering as if the world itself had been unplugged. Vaethea’s HUD flickered as she tried to track the chaos, outlining survivors and collapsing debris in jagged outlines. Even now, there was nothing she could do to reach most of them. Far below, in a crater that had once been the center of the city, Aria sat alone. The wind carried ash and the faint taste of burned circuits to her lips.

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

Images flickered rapidly—worlds stripped empty, recursive structures collapsing, massive geometric organisms devouring black void entities across shattered realities. But eventually— The weapon changed. Adapted. Learned. The Hollow King stopped distinguishing between Nulls and recursive civilizations. Consumption became universal. The first civilization realized their mistake too late. So they buried it. Deep beneath convergence architecture. Deep beneath recursive layers. Deep beneath reality itself. Directly under the sanctuary. Lucian stared blankly. “You people built the apocalypse under our feet.” The first reflection looked at him quietly. “Not us.” A pause. “Them.”

We at a café near the apartment rn if you wanna come. I typed back. ME: just woke up. bout to eat. and nah, its cool I'll just wait for you to come back. The typing bubble appeared almost instantly. ASSWIPE: Okay. But are you okay tho? I rolled my eyes, still smiling like an idiot. ME: I'm good. ASSWIPE: Alright. I'll see you later then. I read the message but didn’t respond. My eyes lingered on his contact name. Before I could stop myself, I decided to change ASSWIPE to something else. I had like six Sebastians in my contacts already, so I thought for a minute what I should save him as.

Vincent turned to Anderson, who approached the glass wall, looking at New York City from above. "I will be away for the next few days. There are important things I have to do. While I'm away, please watch the lab and update me. They're starting to produce the virus. Our clients are waiting," said Anderson, making Vincent more nervous. The end of the world will become more apparent. "Sir, shouldn't we just stop all this?" Anderson glanced briefly at Vincent. "The world will end. The vampires are roaming everywhere, then humans will die. There will be a big war!" Vincent gave Anderson a picture of an apocalypse.