Post-apocoliptic Stories

The world did not end in an instant. It ended slowly-quietly-like something dying while still pretending to live. Serein Valdez learned to survive in that silence. Not because she was strong, but because she paid attention to things other people ignored. She learned how to move through ruined cities, how to avoid danger before it showed itself, and how to stay invisible long enough to live another day. She never planned to get involved with anyone. Especially not him. Leviandro Solenne is the kind of man who survives without asking permission from the world. Former military. Controlled. Detached. A man who moves like every decision has already been made long before it happens. When Serein finds him surrounded in the ruins-outnumbered, cornered, seconds away from death-she knows she should walk away. She doesn't. That single moment binds them in a world that punishes mistakes and calls attachment a weakness. He doesn't trust her. She shouldn't have saved him. But in a place where survival is no longer about strength alone, but about choice, instinct, and consequence- leaving each other becomes harder than surviving the world itself. And when the quiet finally ends, what's left behind is not just destruction. But the things they were never supposed to feel.

Rain keeps falling. Deep in the Grey Zone, the Abyssals are evolving. Hunters Ronan and Lyra accept a routine mission, yet find themselves caught in a greater tide - missing hunters, dead merchants, a stirring breeding ground, and a vow that was never fulfilled three years ago. This is not a tale of heroes saving the world. It is the everyday life of the hunters in Grey Town, and the rain.

It's been two weeks since Dr. Kelson's death. Samson is alone in a world where he is no longer king of the wilds. His life is changed for the better when he saves a woman who takes him back to her settlement.

🥇 1st Place - Best Prologue (Whispers Beneath the Ice mini-awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Writing Style (Enchanted Grave Awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Villain (Starfish Awards, 2025) ⸻ ✧ ⸻ Beneath the earth, the sun is only a memory - and its light is no longer free. The powerful have bottled it, priced it, and called it holy. Every flicker, every breath, must be paid for in Lumen. Lucy Farrow was born in the Gloom, where the air tastes of rust and hope is a dangerous thing. Her mother taught her to keep her glow low - to survive unseen. But when the light inside her begins to stir, Lucy's secret could unravel the order that keeps their divided city alive. High above, in the marble halls of the Halo, Prince Cassian Soleyne uncovers a secret among ink and dust - a forbidden lineage that could unmake the civilization he was born to protect. His duty is to snuff it out: his heart tells him to save it. As rebellion brews in the dark and doubt kindles in the light, their paths will cross - and together they will awaken a fire long thought dead. A Radiant who could bring back the dawn, and set the Light free. ⸻ ✧ ⸻ Her gloved hand rested in his as the orchestra swelled. They orbited each other like the sun and moon, with hundreds of stars all around watching their every step. Ariana could feel Cassian's firm hand on her back; but now she had no fan to cool herself off. "You look wonderful tonight, lady Delmaris", Cassian spoke from underneath a silver mask fashioned after his father's own. Ariana glanced away, lest she'd be swept up by her quickening pulse. "You are too kind, my prince", she murmured as the dance continued. "You look quite... handsome tonight yourself", Ariana managed after a moment. A thousand eyes, maybe more, rested upon them. But one look at Ariana made all the rumours infinitely worth it. Maybe the promise they had once made as children wouldn't be a silly game after all. Only the Light knows, Cassian thought.

•••• "God, I have my father's eyes- but my sister's when I cry. I can run, but I can't hide from my family line." •••• Cara Miller left the community that she had helped her uncle and aunt build from the ground up- in the name of finding a missing friend in the ruins of the old world. She soon comes to the realization that she had bit off far more than she could chew, when she is suddenly thrown into a battle that she never should have been a part of. Love, sacrifice, selfishness and loss are the only things that she finds on her quest across the country after she reunites with her estranged father while he smuggles an immune thirteen-year-old girl across the country, in the name of finding a cure that could save whatever was left of the crumbled world. •••• LOVE INTEREST(S): Henry Burrell x oc, Oc x Manny Alvarez Oc x Jesse SEASONS: 1- EPISODES COMPLETE: 1 (not following Joel and Ellie in 1-4 tho!!) CHAPTERS COMPLETE: 7 SEASONS COMPLETE: 0 IDEA: March 2nd 2023 STARTED: April 28th 2025 PUBLISHED: May 24th 2025 FINISHED: 🚧 WRITING STATUS: ongoing.

When a deadly disease ravages the town of Holmsley, Frankie and her friends find themselves trapped inside a military-blockaded quarantine zone. ***** A story that was first published in 2014 and feels more relevant than ever. Fifteen-year-old Frankie and her friends must find their way out of quarantine if they want to survive. As the body count rises, Frankie realizes that this is no ordinary quarantine and no one is coming to help. Once infected, the sick become crazed and violent, while fear turns other survivors to savages. And who or what are the mysterious figures Frankie keeps seeing around town? It seems she'll have to unravel the dark truth behind it all if she wants to get out alive... Content and/or trigger warning: This story describes disease outbreaks and contains scenes of violence, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

What if another mutated virus came after COVID-19 - one that spreads just like it, but turns people burning hot, heart racing, and violently insane in a matter of hours? This story follows Nicassio Casanova, a normal kid who was only eleven when the Red Fever hit. After the bus carrying healthy survivors crashed in the jungles of Bicol, he was forced to grow up alone in the wilderness, learning how to survive in a world where anyone can snap and start killing. Now sixteen, he's no longer that scared little boy. He's protective, resourceful, and starting to gather other survivors into his crew. As his group grows, they face brutal fights, raids, and bloody wars against other local gangs. Friends die. Rage spreads. With every victory they become more dangerous... and more notorious across the ruined province. In the end, Nicassio has to figure out how far he'll go to protect what's left of his new family - before the fever takes him too.

This world's races are gone, all of them, something yet unknown made them cease. What was left, is a world where they once lived, for the horned to inherit. Nero has no interest in any of it, he has a place he just needs to find.

"Civilization has nearly fallen as Blood Storms swept through major cities, monsters of the bloody shadow followed in the storm and killed all that got in their way. Cities are massacred and the storms rage across the planet." It is a two hundred years later and the world has slowly recovered. The might Blood Storm that once covered the entire planet has fractured into thousands of smaller Storms around the world. The countryside is constantly ravaged by Blood Storms, no one goes in them unless they want to travel to another city. Unlike the countryside, cities have a chance to rebuild but mistrust and violence over resources have made it hard for them to come back together. Totalitarian groups formed from old military remnants, promising to save the world but secretly want it to stay fractured just for their own gain of power in the seat. Groups formed outside these cities, fighting for survival, Raiders attack in the night and melee becomes the new combat norm. Storm Sickness ravages large populations. They are discriminated against and hated against, considered a different race other than humans. Sanctuaries formed to protect the sick. The Kreed sit as the only group that can stop the Rymar's advance against the Sick. And in all of this mayhem, murder, chaos and misery, Kade Malken and Rovan Kreesh's stories shall unfold.

The year is 2085. It has been 45 years since the world descended into a full-on nuclear war, an event also known as the Unhappening. Countries no longer exist. Instead, in this setting, the Wasteland, which was once Eastern Europe, is riddled with factions inspired by real life extremist groups, each clinging to their own perverted and degenerate creed, hence the title of this book. Our protagonist, Alex, and his gang of non-conformists must learn to survive in this new environment. Will he be successful?

"Oi, I'm not Awakened but if you give me food and weapons, I'll register as one!" - With no usable combat ability, graphic artist Lee Ryujin had no other choice in order to survive but to enlist in the military with an Awakened status. After he gets himself a one-way ticket to a mysterious Rift, he wakes up inside an imperial palace of a civilization with magic. A handsome man with a crown? Not a king but an emperor? And Ryujin is supposed to be the Prime Minister? What? Must he try to get into the emperor's good graces? In what bullshit novel did he suddenly-oh, it's not an isekai or transmigration? "Your Majesty! There's a misunderstanding! Don't send me to the frontlines. I'm not Awakened!" Watch as our taciturn MC finds himself clumsily tiptoeing between two worlds. **Slowburn BL with stoic top x hopeless tyrant bottom

Resident evil gone wrong... When a virus had escaped a lap in the 1960s, preventing raccoon city but causing a worldwide outbreak. Cities ravaged by bombs, families torn apart, but who comes out on top? Umbrella. Saved confinement areas, controlled by umbrella. Schools made for stolen children, rebellions and criminals killed so their flame of insurgents wouldn't spread but little did umbrella know that a flame isn't so easily snuffed out. Follow as Y/n works her way through discovering everything she thought she knew was a lie and she helps the insurgency crumble umbrellas grasp on the world, but along the way she finds love in unexpected places and... sides.

In Ashes Between Us, survival is not just about escaping death, but surviving what remembers you when you don't remember yourself. Set in the decayed remains of Eden Sector-7, where rain never fully washes away the past and the fog clings like a warning, a fractured world watches its own collapse breathe. Humanity did not end cleanly here. It mutated, adapted, and broke into something that still speaks, still thinks, still hunts... but no longer feels. They are called Hollows, and they are not mindless. They wait. They learn. And they always return. FOUR moves through this ruin like a necessary scar, a small unit built from loss and repetition, bound by one rule carved into every mission: no one gets left behind twice. Their leader, Zeph Valeon, is not a savior. He is a calculation. Cold, precise, shaped by betrayal and the kind of grief that stopped being loud a long time ago. Trust, to him, is just another way to die. And then there is her. Aurelia Virel. Found in the silence between failures, unconscious near a railway tunnel where even the Hollows refused to step closer. She wakes without a past, without certainty, without even the comfort of knowing what she has lost. The world around her calls her name like it already belongs to someone else. Eden reacts to her like she is not new, but returned. She does not understand the rules of this broken world, only that she is being studied by it. Zeph watches her like a threat he hasn't decided how to eliminate yet. Cae reaches for her like she is still human enough to be saved. Nyx stands too close to conflict to pretend she does not care. And Mira, the medic who should have treated her like a case, begins to notice that some anomalies do not behave like patients. Because Aurelia is not simply surviving Eden Sector-7. She is being answered by it. And somewhere beneath the layers of forgotten names, erased files, and locked systems that still pulse faintly in the ruins, something is waiting for her recognition

She was a state champion swimmer. Then the world ended. Madelynn Clark's biggest worry was the 100 breaststroke final at the Utah 6A State Championship. That was February 2025. By summer, the TSJ pandemic reached America. By fall, the dead stopped staying dead. Now Draper is a ghost town. The safe zones have fallen. The infected are fast, relentless, and impossible to stop. Maddy has lost everything except her mom, her little brother, and a hammer she found in the garage. But she still has the water. And the water remembers what she is.

Post-apo story about a man trying to live his life without dying a grusome death

The seasoned player of "Abyss of Stars," the [Starfall Master] Li Zi, brings a system template and travels to the game's world, arriving in the era of the game's beta version. This is the worst of times. The cosmic forces and conglomerates collude, causing the doors to the universe to be closed, the planet's resources to be exhausted, and even sunlight to be monopolized. This is also the best of times. All the extraordinary systems are just beginning. In this era, he is the only [Starfall Master] with the final version patch. While people are enthralled by the smoke of plasma guns and cannons, Li Zi has already torn apart battleships with gravity. While superhumans are smug about their awakened abilities, moonlight has already become Li Zi's servant. While the interstellar fleet crosses the Milky Way, Li Zi has just ignited the forty-second star, illuminating the entire universe. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long; they've forgotten that this starry sky should belong to all of us." -Facing the unspeakable aboriginal evil gods, Li Zi, holding a black hole, gently said. Patreon link for those interested: https://www.patreon.com/FALCON_N

Long after an ancient and evil civilization mastered the manipulation of biology, now after the civilization's extinction their biomechanical creations are left behind to forge their own civilizations and purpose in life. Following a group of three life long friends on their conjoined journey across the continent as two of them finally confess their love and become more than friends, only for a few horrible events set them on a desperate fight for survival. My own original on-going work that I'll be releasing in batches. Storyline and plot all comes from me though I have a fair share of inspirations. Post-Post-Apocalypse setting inspired by Rainworld, Warframe, Panzer Dragoon, All Tomorrows and Ultrakill. Psychological focused story meant to explore what gives people the will to survive and how much they can take before they give up inspired by Nier Automata. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS ENCOURAGED!

What would you do if you woke up in a dead world- and someone started knocking at your door? Nova Quinn has survived alone for nearly four years. No people. No voices. No signs of life. Just a ruined city, a journal full of days, and four silent crows watching from a wire. She's the last one left... or so she thought. One morning, there's a knock on her door. No footsteps. No faces. Just a voice-whispering her name. A name no one should know. Now, the silence isn't safe anymore. As Nova begins to unravel the mystery behind the knock, she discovers footprints where no one has walked, reflections that move on their own, and journal entries she never wrote. Someone-or something-is watching her... and it remembers the world differently than she does. The deeper she digs, the more the rules of reality twist. And behind it all waits a final door, knocking from both sides.

Three swimmers. Three states. One apocalypse. Emma is chasing a state title in Georgia. Sienna is trying to prove she belongs after quitting softball. Audrey is holding her family together as her brother falls apart. They've never met. They never will. But when the world ends-fast zombies, walled cities, everything they love consumed by chaos-their lives become tethered by grief, by hope, and by the one thing that never leaves them: the water. This is not a love story. This is not a hero story. This is survival. Lap by lap. Breath by breath.