World Apocalypse Novels & Stories

For the first time since the apocalypse began, gods looked afraid of human law. [Debt recorded.] The reward was real. So was the damage around it. People who survived still had to wake up in the morning, and the court was beginning to understand that victory only changed the shape of the debt. One problem always remained alive on the page, breathing quietly where nobody wanted to look. Outside, a shrine bell rang from a street we did not own. Then the gate answered in English. For a second, nobody moved. That was the cruelest part of the new world: everyone had learned to recognize the shape of bad news before it fully arrived.

The entire city had descended into what felt like hell on earth. System: [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 9 hours, 58 minutes, 2 seconds.] [World collapse is accelerating! Spatial instability is increasing! The Host is advised to speed up the sacrifice process!] Dean gritted his teeth as unbearable pain spread through his body. The loss of his life force was accelerating rapidly. “Sophia, don’t be afraid. I’m here. Very soon, you’ll wake up again.” [Vitality sacrifice in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 80%! Pain level: Maximum!]

There a water source but it is contaminated of zombie virus when the apocalypse arrived. In a military area for practicing gun-shooting, marching and strategies - has also 3 hectares for all military personnel. They have plenty of weapons such as tanks, knives, explosives and etc. However, only few military personnel are inside because other military officers have missions to complete before the apocalypse. Who would have thought that an apocalypse happens? Well, someone predicted the coming of apocalypse five years ago but no one believed him so they cannot just blame him, right?

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

CHAPTER ELEVEN My blood ran cold. I knew that ability. Authority of Dominion. In my previous life, it had belonged to Julius Everton. It was one of the abilities that made him terrifying after the apocalypse. He could force weaker creatures to obey him, suppress their instincts, and eventually control monsters that should have been impossible for a human to command. But he shouldn't have it yet. Not today. Not on the first day. Julius looked at his glowing hand with fascination. The Gold-Hoarder Golem remained motionless in front of him.

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.

They had just given Core Prime true consciousness. The real apocalypse had officially begun. Not as an enemy, but as a mystery that had just awakened from its slumber.

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.