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That Witch Bitch: Continued

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Reads 10,829
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Parts 39
Time 1h 34m

Nothing could be worse than being vaporised in the apocalypse.


At least that's what you thought when your phone rang with an alert that you'd been one of the lucky few to be sent to a special underground bunker known as Outpost 3.

It seemed that you weren't only rich enough to pay but also had the "perfect DNA match".

But as you spend more and more of your life concealed in the bunker, you begin to realise that your lucky pass wasn't really ever that lucky.


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The Claimed by Mentally-Insane

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

MALEFIC (Michael Langdon x Reader) by ahshpfan14

Y/n sits in outpost three listening to the same boring people 24/7 then an alarm goes off allowing a mystery person to enter

Forgetting the Apocalypse by Vaulthunter357

You know how many people forget their keys, where they parked their car, or even certain dates? You used to think, how can someone forget something either so simple or so important? Well welcome to my life. What did I forget? Oh you know, my name, my identity and just this small thing called the apocalypse. Mara doesn't remember anything besides waking up in a car that's been flipped over. When she emerges from the crash, she tries to find anyone who can help her get medical attention. Only the first person she sees isn't even an actual person, it's one of the undead. How are you supposed to survive when you don't remember anything? Who are you supposed to trust? Where do you go?

24 Hours to the Reaper by awakeddoubao

What if you could relive the apocalypse... every damn day? Ethan Reyes: 20-year-old coder in steamy Florida, nursing a crush on sketch artist Lila, surviving roommate Jake's antics, and haunted by his dad's cosmic vanishing act. Until 10 a.m. glitches reality. The sky tears. Reaper Light blasts down, torching cities, dissolving flesh, silencing screams. Ethan incinerates-then jolts awake, 24 hours back. Same buzz. Same brew. Doom clock reset. Nightmare? Curse. He tests it: lotto wins, frozen watch at doomsday hour. Now he's hacking shadows-a rogue NASA quantum lab, alien signals hunting loopers. Allies emerge: Lila's prophetic art igniting sparks (and romance); Jake's grins cracking under pressure; Prof. Voss, her gaze hiding world-shattering code. Loops choke tighter. Truth drops: Not chaos-a vengeful cosmic invite, sparked by human arrogance. Screw up, and it's permanent endgame. Pals perish for keeps. Love chars away. World fades in infinite what ifs. Ethan races his echo: shatter the cycle, shield his circle, stare down the Reaper in the glass. Tick-tock. 24 hours. Game over-again.

THE END by TheScarletAngel_

All her life, Bee Samuels has been caged in the bunker her family's been holed up in since World War III. Her mother harps on about how she is God's chosen one. How she's going to save the world from a premature rapture. When a wendigo slashes Bee's mother to death, she grapples to protect herself and her family when she discovers an incinerating fire burning inside her. Powerful enough to destroy the indomitable Leviathans, but also delicate enough to tease a flower into blooming. She's shoved face first into a world that's waiting for her. They call her The One and place their hopes and dreams on her shoulders. It's a burden she's not sure she can carry. It doesn't help that her adversary is the handsome stranger that makes her heart pound, her stomach jittery, and makes breathing an afterthought. The stranger that keeps appearing, trying to befriend her. The man who stole her first kiss. Can Bee end the tyrant reign of the Leviathans before they wipe out the entire human race?

Ashes & Prophecy Michael Langdon by ihyk1ttykat

"You're already fire. I'm just the one who lit the match." Her breath caught. For once, she didn't look away. "Then watch me burn." Michael Langdon x fem oc

Wilhemina venable- never felt (𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) by AnyaDuray

TW- trigger warnings are presented at the start of each chapter for those who may find some scenes difficult. As you come to and find yourself in outpost three there is a woman stern as can be her name? Wilhemina venable... She eyes you up and down until taking you inside and shows you to your room where you start to become pleasantly surprised.... *this is a fan fiction of American horror story apocalypse and not my original characters and if you have not seen american horror story don't bother reading this lmfao*

✓ | love witch ᶜᵒᵛᵉⁿ by MillieOnShortBred

❱ http:˚♡love_witch! ˚ˑؘ ✨ ·˚ ─────────────── ❝ I fixed the dead ❞ ─────────────── Georgia Thompson loved the one person she couldn't have. The one person who was illegal for her to date, but that didn't mean she wouldn't continue to live and love. ─────────────── Complete American Horror Story: coven Misty Day x Female OC Same universe as House of Horror it's not directly linked, however. ─────────────── Trigger Warnings may include: drowning, suicide, death, torture and anything that is warned for the AHS: Coven show. Mature rating due to suicide and trauma.

Outpost Three by paulsonvenable

You lived a more than decent life, you liked your job and had a good group of friends and family supporting you. You were happy as it was and couldn't wait to go to university to study law like you'd always dreamed. You were doing everything right. Then the bomb hit. Now you are the only surviving member of your family due to your exceptional genes. You were taken by strange men to an underground outpost where you meet a variety of personalities, but one in particular grabs your attention in more ways than one. She just so happens to be the outpost leader... Ms Venable.

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The Claimed

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace