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NeoGenesis

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apocalypse cosmichorror dystopian endoftheworld existential fantasy human politics post-apocalyptic powers rebirth science-fantasy scifi supernatural transhumanism war worldbuilding

After centuries of war and conflict, the world had finally turned into a dystopia, where avarice and cruelty ravaged everything. When men of great greed comfortably sat on the world unopposed -- the very world that they scorched for their own gain -- events of scales unfathomed began. Perhaps it was karma. Perhaps it was Divine retribution.  But no matter who, rich or poor, world leader or beggar, everyone beheld in front of their eyes a sky that trembled under a mysterious overwhelming pressure.

"What was once thought as the end of man, became the beginning of greater, more unprecedented time".All Rights Reserved

apocalypse cosmichorror dystopian endoftheworld existential fantasy human politics post-apocalyptic powers rebirth science-fantasy scifi supernatural transhumanism war worldbuilding

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The Unit by JoeyW2W

The World is dying... The planet is being consumed by the people it was made for. When the resources finally run out, will Governments be able to maintain control? When the population is fighting for survival, will the police hold authority? When it's every man for himself, will the law be upheld? It wasn't... by the year 2027 democracy was just a three-syllable word that held no more power than freedom. The World was run by those who were willing to get their hands dirty, the people who did everything and anything to survive. The globe was shrouded in the shadow of man and all his greed, the greens and blues so prevalent tarnished by a host more interested in profit than protecting or prolonging the planet. When desperation takes over, what will be left of our humanity? Nothing... The race would've extinguished itself, killed itself off for the last scraps of a world they stomped out. A human-sized footprint, the only reminder of our toxic presence. We would've been nothing more than a memory if not for the Unit. The Unit saved us. The Unit saved the World. But, was that its true purpose? And, is it really evil or simply a fail-safe to stop us from making the simplest human mistake... Repeating them?

(D)Evolved Book 1 - Fantasy by GreatUncleTobermory

A phenomenon born of suppression, the awakening of long-dormant evolutionary powers ripped through the population like wildfire, sowing fear and confusion wherever it was realised. Most people faced the oncoming wave of rapid evolutionary change and simply withered in its path. Seeking refuge from a society that intruded on every semblance of solace an exodus from the great metropolis began, forever unbalancing the status quo as civilisation buckled under its own weight. As cities were abandoned in pursuit of pastoral life, heroes emerged to stand tall in the face of impending dark ages. Armed with their newfound powers, they became the bedrock of emerging communes, fragile refuges and repositories of art, culture and science- hoping to bridge the void into a new age. Yet to a select, special few they were all but playthings. Able to master every aspect of these powers this special few were gods in a devolved world, bending and shaping their abilities to their will be it through scientific pursuit, fantastical vision of megalomaniacal ambition. Dark motivations emerge, ambitions collide, and tools are unleashed as the battle lines are drawn. A race against time begins, with the very fate of humankind in play.

The Beta Horizon: A Post-Apocalypse Chronicle by harmonious231

When the sky bled for three days, humanity thought it was the end. It wasn't. It was the beginning. Now the world belongs to them - the Beta forms. Monsters born from human ruin, constantly evolving, learning, adapting. Each one carries traces of what it used to be... faces, voices, instincts. Some whisper names they shouldn't remember. Survivors hide among the wreckage of cities long forgotten, clinging to the illusion of normalcy. But every safe zone is temporary, every light draws something closer. As the mutated world stabilizes, a darker truth begins to unfold - the Betas are only a phase, and humanity's next evolution may already be among them. This is not a story of heroes. It's about what remains when survival replaces morality - and how far a person can decay before becoming the very thing they fear. This is not a story of heroes. It's about what remains when survival replaces morality - and how far a person can decay before becoming the very thing they fear. This is not a story of heroes. It's about what remains when survival replaces morality - and how far a person can decay before becoming the very thing they fear.

The Revelation by dstry0515

In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

Avarice Blacksteel Book 2 by Xonereth

Most of us long to "Be" but when the path gets too costly, or steep, we take solace in what we "Have." Remove the trappings of what we own and then what is the sum of us? They were the survivors, abandoned by the allies who swore to protect, in the ultimate gesture of greed and betrayal. Their world plunged into annihilation and chaos. With the passage of years in this blighted landscape order was established anew. Those who had been anonymous before the war found their will to rule, those who had experienced the comforts and ease of western life, thrust into darkness and despair. This brutal conflict had awoken those long sleeping, those who had ceased to care, those of immense power, the ones entrusted with the safe keeping of the often volatile mankind. Although their parallel world too was at risk, lethargy and arrogance ruled them. Against the backdrop of this savage landscape the saga of three such tribes of survivors unfold, and the unwitting chosen among them. One tribe sought to prosper via savagery, one by organized military might, and the other who ruled with no more than fairness and love. Three tribes thrown together, competing for the limited resources to survive, in a world teetering on the brink of total decimation. Driven by human avarice.

The Last God Standing by WhispersBeyond

A god's power is not in his strength. It is in belief. Once, he understood this better than any other. While gods of war and wisdom carved their names into stone, he whispered doubts, unraveling faith until only his name remained. Now, he stands alone-the last god in a world that no longer remembers the ones who came before. But something is shifting. Prayers grow quieter. Temples stand empty. The power he once grasped so effortlessly begins to slip through his fingers. Victory was supposed to be forever. But even gods are not immune to time. And when belief fades... what remains?

Under Ground [1.] by LostSoul18120

It's been centuries since the era we are currently living in. Mother Nature took everything in her hands and punished humanity for everything they did over the past few years. British scientists suspect the existence of a supernatural that could return all to normal so they send a small group of experts in the underground where they are forced to face the evil. Their goal is to get out alive, but are they strong enough to do it or strength has nothing with it?

Beyond Infinity: The Convergence by SirNonchalant

The earth has been ravaged by war, and all that is left of humanity is on an iron island out in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. It was a paradise, because on Olympus, they were gods, or so they were made to believe. The inhabitants of Olympus were untouchable, beyond simple human desires like greed, hate and violence. Unfortunately for them, they seemed to have incurred the wrath of actual gods, nightmares, and monsters. And so, they have been forced to flee their 'heaven' for greener pastures, but before then, they'll have to pass through hell. Monsters, demons, nightmares and gods are only supposed to exist in the world of imagination, and that's exactly where they came from. And it just so happens that to survive, they'll have to enter the human mind, they'll have to invade the world of imagination, but what horrors must await them in such a place, depraved of reason and logic, perverted by man's desires and sick mind.

Recalls of Surrender by RileyDavj

Alchemy has always been a key to understanding the universe, yet it has often been dismissed as mere superstition. The truth seared through my veins like scorching heat, igniting every cell of my being with a searing, uncompromising judgment. I sacrificed everything-my strength and sense of identity-chasing after an overwhelming purpose. Duty and conviction waged a war against a primal yearning for freedom, unleashing a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to tear me apart. This internal hell fueled an insatiable, maddening lust for vengeance, obliterating my moral compass and propelling me toward utter destruction. Only when I made a final decision did the fundamental principles of morality seem to slip through my fingers like grains of sand. Each savage blow against the oppressive system left me questioning: am I a righteous crusader, or a monster consumed by hatred? The poisonous doubt gnawed at my mind, suffocating my thoughts with insidious whispers. Yet, I found the strength to silence them. With fierce determination burning in my veins, I vowed to break free from the chains of oppression or die trying. Fear would not hold me captive any longer. As I teetered on the edge of life and death, I couldn't help but wonder: would I emerge victorious or succumb to the relentless wheels of fate? The answer lies shrouded in the mists of an uncertain future, but one thing is irrefutable: win or lose, every decision will ignite an inferno of change. This cataclysmic revolution will raze the old world and herald the birth of a new era. In this cosmic roulette, even the most steadfast warriors can turn to dust in the blink of an eye. Therefore, are you willing to participate? Given that there always was, is, and will be war. Hope stands stronger than fear, yet anything is possible when darkness lingers. It is the deflection of accountability and guilt. Yet when all seems lost, trust that the butterfly knows where the water flows.

A Castle Of Crystal by LordHebur

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The Unit

The World is dying... The planet is being consumed by the people it was made for. When the resources finally run out, will Governments be able to maintain control? When the population is fighting for survival, will the police hold authority? When it's every man for himself, will the law be upheld? It wasn't... by the year 2027 democracy was just a three-syllable word that held no more power than freedom. The World was run by those who were willing to get their hands dirty, the people who did everything and anything to survive. The globe was shrouded in the shadow of man and all his greed, the greens and blues so prevalent tarnished by a host more interested in profit than protecting or prolonging the planet. When desperation takes over, what will be left of our humanity? Nothing... The race would've extinguished itself, killed itself off for the last scraps of a world they stomped out. A human-sized footprint, the only reminder of our toxic presence. We would've been nothing more than a memory if not for the Unit. The Unit saved us. The Unit saved the World. But, was that its true purpose? And, is it really evil or simply a fail-safe to stop us from making the simplest human mistake... Repeating them?