Oh, another post-apocalyptic story? How original, right? Pft! Look at ya... sittin' there with your smug, arm-chair critic opinions; puffin' out your chest like you're the final boss of good taste. "It's all been done before." Oh, no shit, Nostradamus. So has fuckin' breathing, but here you are, still doing that. The delusion is palpable, my guy. You think your limp-dick cynicism makes you clever? You think you've got the range to shit on this demon slaughtering, blood slick, chaos drenched fever dream? Fuck you. You don't know shit. You definitely don't know Sky King and Ezra Black. If you did? You'd be swan-diving into this bangarang mayhem. But hey, no pressure. Nobody's stapling your eyelids open. You wanna ghost out? Bye! This isn't a fucking sleepover. This is volitional havoc, baby. We're not here to beg you. Ezra and Sky? They're two majestic slaughterhouses who have been Crane kickin' existential horror in the dick since they were seven & eight. You ever see an eight-year-old tear a demon's jaw off with his bare fuckin' hands? You should. These two were goin' full Mortal Kombat on demons. Bare-knuckle survival in a nonstop horror gangbang of blood, viscera, fangs, claws, and absolutely zero goddamn hugs. No bedtime stories, no parents, just rage boners and annihilation. Cut to the now. The boys are knocking on thirty and they're incorporeal. In a world they shouldn't have survived, they Detroit Smashed that shit into the goddamn pavement. Yeah, they shook it down in the most disrespectful way possible. Savage intellect, weaponized charm, and pure, unapologetic carnage. The last remaining relics of a time when people had balls. Sure, maybe their moral compass is more of a "suggestion" than a "guiding principle." Who gives a fuck? If you were expecting some virtuous, noble bullshit, I don't know what to tell you. Wrong story, pal. *Cue the goddamn soundtrack* (Now let's rip that fourth wall down and go ride this motherfucker into the sunset!)

Disgraced Archaeologist Jack Vaughn wants nothing more than to restore his reputation and redeem himself among his peers in the archaeological community. But, after 5 years, he has lost hope of that ever happening. That is, until an online reporter contacts him about ancient ruins discovered near the Visoko River Basin 40km N/W of Sarajevo, Bosnia-Herzegovina that appear to support his theories. He reluctantly follows the chance to redeem himself and heads for the Bosnian Valley of the Pyramids. While there, he and investigative journalist Veronica Wilcox, uncover an ancient artifact that will forever change human history and restore his tarnished reputation. When the Board of ApGen Research discovers the existence of the artifact, they send their best agent, Alexander Petrovic, to recover it and erase all proof of its existence. Jack and Veronica are plunged into a world of ancient secret societies, occult worship, and advanced technology, where they uncover a global conspiracy fifteen thousand years in the making.

Warning!!!! : contains violence!!! In a world devastated by a silent, creeping infection, survival hinges not on brute strength-but on perfect deception. For Einar, pretending to be one of "them" is the only way to stay alive. These infected aren't mindless monsters. They blend in. They mimic. After discovering his parents gruesomely murdered, Einar clings to his little sister Sara, his last reason to live. But nothing is as it seems. As more terrifying evolutions of the infected emerge, Arthur begins to question everything-his memories, his sanity, and even his humanity. Blending gut-wrenching emotion with visceral horror, Eyes is a haunting journey through grief, identity, and the chilling cost of survival in a world where being human is the deadliest thing you can be. The Eyes of the Apocalypse - a chilling short horror

March 1776, Arturo Locke a British specialist in dealing with wizards and the paranormal is sent to investigate a series of murders that seem tied to growing unrest in the colonies. He finds an unlikely ally at times with Karai Snillore, a Geist Mage exiled to the colonies...But as trouble stirs Karai finds himself caught between growing alliances.

[THIS PROJECT IS NOT DEAD, JUST RESTING] Beneath the surface of a dead world, the last fragments of Pre-Fall civilization rots in the dark. Deep in the bowels of Haven, a vast subterranean city in its death throes, Genevieve Rook works as an engineer, patching up what still functions and keeping her head down. Her job is to keep the lights on. She knows better than to ask questions. But after a mineshaft collapses under mysterious circumstances, Gen is forced to break her own rules and face dangerous possibilities. Her sister Kit; reckless, intuitive, and emotional in ways Gen doesn't understand, claims to be receiving strange messages over static from the world they've been told no longer exists. The power grid's failing. The protest crowds are swelling. And something even more sinister creeps ever closer to them. -----ACHIEVEMENTS------ 🏆 #1 | Speculative Fiction (2025) 🏆 #1 | Existential Horror (2025) 🏆 #12 | Post-Apocalyptic (2025) --------CONTENT WARNING--------- This work contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers. ---------COPYRIGHT--------------- Copyright © 2025 by A.K. Sorensen. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Salt destroyed the world. Now, he must sacrifice everything to save it. -- A fatal drought ravishes the land after Salt insults the water god. Jaded, reluctant, and driven more by obligation than hope, he travels the brittle, dying land in search of the solution: a favor from a god, which he can gain by resurrecting one. Unfortunately for him, gods need bodies. Even more unfortunately, his wife makes the perfect cadaver. With the help of Calista---a witty delegate to the death god---they set out to track down the fallen goddess of peace, love, and war. But when a mysterious force rises, bent on wiping the gods from the playfield forever, Salt realizes that to restore water to the world, he'll have to confront more than just a rebellion. He'll have to confront the past. A fantasy humor novella about grief, gods, and doing the right thing too late. ONC Prompt (2025): When you challenge a magical being, the rules are simple: you must finish what you've started, no matter the cost. ONC Awards (2025): ♫ Round 1 Winner ♫ Ambassador's Pick ♫ Long List ♫ Short List ♫ Second Place Finalist! :D

At Phantom Ridge College, ambition is the ultimate weapon. Victoria Graves arrives at the prestigious yet notorious institution with a singular goal. But Phantom Ridge is more than a school-it's a battlefield of secrets and rivalries. When she crosses paths with Dean Haites, the enigmatic gatekeeper of the school's unspoken rules, their worlds collide. Dean sees Victoria as a threat to everything he protects and is determined to drive her out, while Victoria refuses to back down. What begins as a dangerous clash of wills soon twists into a thrilling game of strategy and survival, where every move risks entangling them deeper. As lines blur between rivalry and attraction, one question remains: who will outmaneuver whom, and at what cost? In this enemies-to-lovers story, the stakes are as sharp as the bullets, and the truth is a target no one wants to miss.

"Was... was that an earthquake?" She asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and surprise. "It can't be," Kingsley replied, reaching out for his daughter instinctively. "There haven't been any earthquakes in Angel Fall for over fifty years." "Whatever this is, it's not over," Bryan added solemnly as the previously clear sky began to rumble, the beautiful sunset marred by a sudden downpour. "I'm afraid this is far beyond an earthquake," Fortune said, his voice tinged with blatant fear as he stared into the horizon, horror etched on his face as if he was gazing into the gates of hell. "What is it?" Jeffrey asked, pulling a frightened Rachel close. "That," Rachel pointed to the direction Fortune stared at, a distance towards MET lab; The sky over the city was afire. A brilliant blue flame, crawling through the sky. "The... Fuck!" The words rolled off Max tongue as his widened eyes reflected the blue blaze. "Something is wrong with Aurixia," "What do you mean?" Jeffrey's voice was urgent, his eyes pleading for an explanation. Fortune turned to them, his own eyes grim as he declared: "It's an Apocalypse!" {R} Five inseparable friends, bound not only by their love for Angel Fall City but by their shared belief in its unwavering peace, find their perfect reality shattered in an instant. What begins as a mysterious disaster spiraling out from a rogue scientific project plunges them into a world they never knew existed. A force awakened by the failed Aurixia project threatens not just their city but civilization itself. Together, they must face a nightmarish new reality, uncover buried truths, and confront the myths that have always whispered of the Doomsday Requiem. As chaos spreads and the apocalypse looms, their friendship will be tested, and their choices will determine the fate of their world.

In a moment of passion Storm and Thor create a child but they decided that this child was unwanted and abandoned the infant in a dimension that held beings across the multiverse that were killed and suppressed their powers. The boy would either have to grow up fast to survive of die.

The zombie apocalypse has destroyed everything I've ever known. An unknown virus has destroyed the world, turning it into an endless struggle for survival. Every day is a battle for life, every step is a risk of forever becoming one of those who are already dead. He is Tom Kaulitz, the predator of this world. The leader of the rebel squad, a warrior of the night, fearless and dangerous. He saved me from the clutches of a crazy gang, but he became not only a savior for me, but also a threat. Under his protection, I feel both safety and danger, peace and fear. Will we be able to go through this hell together, to get to a safe city where salvation is promised behind the walls? Our path is blocked by hordes of zombies, ruthless gangs and death itself, waiting around every corner. But there's one thing I'm sure of: being protected by a beast is both a curse and my only chance to survive. My name is Daphne and this is my story.