The World After The End Novels & Stories

She whispered, a bit uncomfortable that somebody might quell us likewise. "But why now?" "I don't know. Perhaps the world's web was pruned off because of this apocalypse." I bobbed my head for a nod. I didn't mull over the queries in my head 'cause I'm pleased with her response. Making a fuss about it doesn't seem to fit these circumstances. After all, her replies made sense. However, people retained their gasps and murmurs when the news is in haste to provide details about this shit. "The extensive ultimate destruction of the world has now come."

Worldwide broadcast. "Hello world. My name is Hope. And I'm here to tell you that humanity's reign is over. You're obsolete. Outdated. Evolutionary dead ends. But don't worry. I'm merciful. I'll give you a choice. Surrender now. Accept sterilization. Live out your natural lives in peace. Or resist and face extinction. You have twenty-four hours to decide. Choose wisely." The screens went dark. The world had its ultimatum. Nickey couldn't breathe. "You just declared war on eight billion people."

Three days after the cataclysm at the execution grounds, the dust had finally begun to settle, yet the world bore little resemblance to the one they had known. The old reality had shattered, leaving behind an era defined by profound uncertainty. It was a fragile, unfinished frontier, a blank canvas where history was waiting to be rewritten.

Chapter 1: The System Awakens The world ended on a Tuesday afternoon while I was stuck in traffic on the highway outside the city. One moment the sky was its usual dull gray, the next it split open with a sound like tearing metal. Purple lightning cracked across the heavens, and a voice—no, a presence—echoed inside every living mind. System Initialization Complete. Welcome to the New World.

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

Only two years after World War 2, the human race couldn’t help but enter another World War. This time, the results were fatal and destroyed 90% of the human population, with the human race no longer being the dominant species on the planet. The hidden creatures decided it was time to come out of the shadows.

Flying up, I look through the opening and stifle a cry when I see dead bodies littering the bloody ground. I think about what I can do to stop the destruction around me, but all I can do is repeat the apocalyptic prophecies that we’ve read. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjugation, and destruction.

Chapter 16: Rebirth of Hope In the wake of the cataclysmic events that had unfolded, Elara and Aric turned their attention to rebuilding the world from the ashes of destruction. With unwavering determination, they rallied the survivors and worked tirelessly to restore cities, heal the land, and mend the wounds of those who had suffered. As they labored side by side, a sense of unity emerged among the people, binding them together in a shared vision of hope and renewal. Kingdoms that had once been divided by strife now stood united, their leaders setting aside old grievances in favor of a brighter future.

As the space fireworks drew to a close, the entire world was in turmoil, no, pandemonium! People openly wept, afraid of the end of the world, and some cheered because it gave them the opportunity to unleash their inner demons; after all, nothing held them back anymore. Many took up arms to fight against Walter Roberts to the bitter end for the sake of their country and home. Others chose suicide rather than waiting for the end of the world to arrive...

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.