Best Disaster Novels Novels & Stories

I cry to Brixtius, shaking him out of his shock. "We need to warn the house first!" Brixtius runs back into the house to raise the alarm. I stare as Vesuvius keeps throwing up ash into the air, and the deadly ash has started to fall back down to the earth. It is a wondrous sight to behold, nature in all her violence and beauty fused into one. Lighting has started to streak from the enormous cloud, and I was transfixed by the designs against the now darkening sky. No sun now. Only darkness. Like a tomb. It dawns on me. I was not meant to survive Pompeii. "Fuck you, fairies!" I scream into the air.

Astra's pov The war felt like it had been going on forever. The sight of all those corpses, all the blood, and the number of injured wolves losing blood so rapidly, being rushed to get treated, some still lying around, not being able to walk on their own, not having anyone to assist them made my head spin a little. Although I took the antidote, I felt like the poison was still gnawing at the insides of my body. Also what I had discovered about Jay...

Bastian and Laryn guard my lair and Ashrac is watching Cantor and baby Lex. We all felt Drakon crash through our realms and enter the earth realm, though it doesn't mean we're safe. We should have known he was here much sooner than we did, so we remain on high alert. Betty has minor burns and twelve of my humans are dead, including Henry, who gave his life for Pepper and our child.

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She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

In the centre of all the chaos, Orlando cradled a book on her lap. She looked up and turned at the sound of Marybeth's footsteps as she ventured deeper into the mess. "At least I still have this," she smiled sadly, holding up a leather-bound journal that looked eerily familiar. Marybeth stopped, her heart racing out of control as a sheet of sweat drenched her entire back, her cotton t-shirt sticking to her clammy back like glue. "What is that?" she asked, unable to keep the dread from her voice. When Nikolai stole the journal from them, she was secretly glad, grateful even that they no longer had to deal with the horror of Iris' past.

“Okay, so my favorite author is Tom Clancy. His early stuff is really good, but he got increasingly self-indulgent with his later novels.” “One of his earlier novels, then,” I said. Andre looked legitimately excited now. “There are three options, all of which are great. His best written novels are probably Hunt for Red October or Clear and Present Danger.” “I didn’t ask for the best written,” I clarified. “I asked for your favorite book.” He grinned widely. “I’m glad you made that distinction, because my favorite book of his is Red Storm Rising. It’s the second book he published.” “It’s not a depressing book about nuclear war, is it?”

Glenn got a kind of soufflé and Will happened to get crème brûlée. I was stuffed. The food was amazing here, although these upscale places aren’t my favorite. They were definitely made for celebrations and rarities in my book. I may have a lot of money left from my inheritance, but that doesn’t mean I want people to know. I never even told Jared until we had been dating for over a year. As I thought about him, I quickly glanced over where he was sitting earlier to see if he was still there… and he wasn’t. Thank God.

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

After that, I led Joyce back to our car. After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home. After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.