Time And Space Collide: Surviving The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

He turned and walked out of the corridor, back to the surface where a newly born world was waiting to be served once more with a much more human recipe. They stepped out onto city streets now free of threats, yet filled with life beginning to wake from a long slumber. Bima realized that the apocalypse didn't end with a grand explosion, but with a bowl filled again and flavor returning to inhabit the soul. "Time for breakfast," Bima said, and for the first time in a very long while, he truly felt hungry.

Water at his base boiled into white rings. Gabe never hit the stone. The upward pull had carried him into the collapsing void created by the blast. As structure failed inward, water and debris rushed to fill it. He vanished with it. Ellie reached the place where he should have fallen and found scorched tile, shattered fragments, and nothing else. Cerebus pressed his nose to the edge and made one low sound—wrong, final. Ellie swallowed hard and turned outward. “Civilians,” she said, voice raw but steady. “First.”

It looked like a solid wall of black glass, towering higher than the fifteen-story hotels on the boardwalk, moving with a terrifying, silent speed toward the heart of the city. ​The coastal villa. Marcus’s perfect, reinforced five-million-dollar sanctuary. It would have been hit first. Right now, Marcus was likely realizing, in total, blinding dark, that his security teams and his stolen supplies were trapped inside a beautiful cage with no exit. ​A cold sense of victory flared in Vivian’s chest, but it was instantly snuffed out by a sudden realization that made her blood turn to ice. The timeline has completely fractured. In her memories of the future, this first coastal breach shouldn't ha

Sharon looked between the two men. "What contract?" Alex finally turned his gaze on her. "The one Michael signed six months ago," Sharon stared at him in disbelief. "Six month? Alex nodded. "With my company," "What did he sign?" Alex narrowed his eyes at Michael. "A contract that could explain why the apocalypse started early," Sharon's blood ran cold. Michael turned and ran and Alex was right on his heals. Sharon stood frozen for a second. Then she followed. What her ex-husband signed could determine why her second chance at life didn't last half as long as it was suppose to.

We'll face the apocalypse together! Her voice was broadcast across all three bases. Everyone heard it. People looked up toward the speakers. Many of them had lived under oppression for years. Now, as they listened, the crowd began to cry. The sound spread through the streets like a wave. Three years into the apocalypse. At last, they had seen hope. If there was a light waiting beyond the sea of blood that was this world… It was Haylight League. Hayley took the surviving scientists from the three bases with her.

I stumbled out of the hospital room in a daze. When I reached the elevator, the world spun violently. I blacked out and collapsed on the floor. When I awoke in a hospital bed, the first thing I saw was my best friend, Joey. The moment she saw I was awake, she fired questions at me. “How could you collapse alone in a hospital? You’re heavily pregnant! Do you realize how dangerous that was? If I hadn’t been on shift and found you, you could’ve lost the baby! Where’s Callum? Why isn’t he here?”

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

One evening, utterly spent, Kairi and I sat on our porch, watching the fireflies. “We’re not just mending the Cataclysm’s tears anymore,” he said quietly. “We’re writing its postscript. We’re deciding what the story of this place will be.” I leaned my head on his shoulder. “It’s a better story with cake in it. And less existential dread.” He chuckled. “Agreed.” The Chronovores, the eaters of time, never came. Perhaps our frantic re-stitching had fortified the region enough. Or perhaps the Keeper’s warning had been overly cautious. Either way, the immediate crisis was averted.

he muttered. He glanced around. This was his apartment. Everything was exactly as he remembered it. And yet, the air was warm and comfortable. That made no sense. In December 2050, the world had plunged into a new Ice Age. A supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away had triggered a global cataclysm, later called the Frostfall.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.