World Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

"Agree, and I'll leave you alone. Disagree, and I'll keep cutting your face every ten minutes until you do." Gwyneth watched Liana, who seemed totally mad. "You do realize Asher's about to go bankrupt, right? Is it really worth losing your sanity over a guy who's about to crash?" "How could he be going bankrupt?" Liana stared at Gwyneth, disbelief in her eyes. "Are you lying to me?" Gwyneth scoffed. "Go ahead and look it up online."

Then the apocalypse prevails. Sharon glanced at the child. “And if I accept?” Alex stepped closer. “You are the apocalypse.” The sky went black and a man appeared.Then the sky grew dark and a man walked out. The ground began shaking. The boy's irises turned completely white.The boy's eyes turned white. Then, the system came into the world for the first time, in this strange world. FINAL CHOICE UNLOCKED SAVE THE WORLD OR SAVE YOUR SON Sharon looked at the two choices. Then another message, a third, appeared.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Amanda demanded more information about the unknown event, staring at the warning still hanging inside her vision. “What exactly changed?” she asked, her voice tight. “Tell me what you detected beneath the ocean floor.” A.R.I.S. answered without delay. {Environmental movement detected beneath the ocean floor.} Amanda's stomach tightened. She stared at the words, then toward the distant coastline beyond the unfinished fortress, suddenly unable to breathe normally. “What is moving?” Amanda asked. {Unable to identify the source.} Her fingers tightened around her phone. “How deep is it?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her.

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

Whatever happened to Marcus along the way, though, he had clearly fallen on hard times. That was the apocalypse. Nothing ever went the way you expected. Zeph shook his head and focused on driving. Halloway had a military base, but the newer parts of the city were just as deserted as everywhere else. Anyone who could get into the base already had. Those who couldn't either moved farther inland or simply gave up. By this point, plenty of people didn't even care anymore. Staying alive one more day was hard enough. Some probably wished the tectonic collision would just happen and get it over with.

At his words, the scenes from my previous life when the apocalypse first descended surfaced clearly in my mind once more. The order established by human civilization had completely crumbled the moment the apocalypse began. Various factions rose up amidst the chaos, scheming against and crushing one another. Even after survivor bases were established, bringing some semblance of order and change, they were still backed by endless struggles for power and profit. Back then, many people didn’t die at the hands of ferocious mutated animals or plants, but fell to their so-called "own people," dying inexplicable deaths. While peeling his roasted sweet potato, Caelan Palmer looked at everyone with sp

The yard was a minefield of trenches, and the living room was packed to the ceiling with crates of cup noodles and survival crackers I'd hoarded online. There wasn't even room to walk. He stood before an expensive rug pinned beneath boxes of survival crackers, his expression darkening. "Phoebe, what is all this?" I rushed over, dragged him into the bedroom, and locked the door behind us with an air of absolute secrecy. "Honey, I need to tell you something huge. The apocalypse is coming." Gabriel stared at me, his eyes full of complex emotions. He reached out and felt my forehead, but I had no fever.