Catastrophe Novels & Stories

"On the count of three, Miss." There are no sirens. No drama. But six seconds later, the earth shook so violently that the crystal chandeliers in Zalim's palace cracked loudly, breaking some of them. The palace's marble walls vibrated from the shock waves that spread from tens of kilometers away in the sea of ​​sand. From the giant window in the dining room, Zalim and all the Al-Khabith elders could see a mushroom cloud of blazing fire engulfing the southwest horizon: their trillions of dollars in assets destroyed in an instant without the slightest mercy.

he said quietly. ⸻ Back in the system— Aria processed the structure. ⸻ Everything— ⸻ connected to one node. ⸻ If it failed— ⸻ the effects wouldn’t stay local. ⸻ They would spread. ⸻ Cascading. ⸻ Expanding. ⸻ Irreversible. ⸻ “…Projected outcome: large-scale collapse,” she said. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Because that— ⸻

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.

Three Weeks Later. Above the Clouds, The Stratosphere. The world had irrevocably changed. Following the event the media now dubbed the "Paris Ultimatum," the United Nations had quietly, but entirely, capitulated. They had no other choice. With the existence of the Leviathans—the ancient, world-eating Titans—made public, global stock markets had collapsed overnight. Panic had swept through the streets of every major city. Governments were paralyzed, their conventional armies realizing that tanks and fighter jets were nothing more than toys against monsters the size of skyscrapers.

Being cloaked in mystery, no one knew who or what he was. “We begin with the matter of the increasing global disasters,” he intoned, his deep voice carrying across the hall. “Flooding in the eastern territories, landslides near the mountains, famine in the coastal regions. The balance has been disrupted.” A human delegate—broad-shouldered, with grey hair forming and gathering sparsely at the temples—rose to his feet almost immediately. “Disrupted is a mild word your honour,” he snapped. “Entire villages have been wiped out. Families drowned. Farmland destroyed. There is no balance at all.”

“He’s not just dangerous. He’s catastrophic.” Whitney pulled up her Intent data. “If he’s feeding on the surge like the others, his power’s skyrocketed. He’s probably Class S by now.” Class S. The highest level in the Hunter System—reserved for things that could wipe out countries if you let them run loose. “We’ll deal with it,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. By the third day, five thousand people were dead. The riots just kept growing. Protesters stopped asking for answers; now they wanted the Houses gone. Some districts broke away, declared themselves independent, and refused House rule.

herself. Ten minutes later Mrs.Welsh arrived at the restaurant, she saw Rita. Then she walked towards her, then sat with her. "Why did you tell me to come here?" Mrs Welsh asked, "I know you are busy, but I want to tell you something" Rita replied, ''IPC PLASTIC INDUSTRIES, has been doing some illegal business lately , importing harmful material that is been used in production, it's has been affecting people purchasing and consuming their products" Rita further added, Mrs.Welsh with a serious look on her face asked Rita "How does it affect people purchasing the products''. "Due to the harmful material being used in producing plastic plates, cups and even spoons etc, when used, it is causing

“Cata ... kizem? I do not know this word." "Cataclysm," I say slowly. “It means when something bad happens. Something big and terrible. Addom shakes his head. “The water became clean and life returned to the soil and trees. That is terrible? Meanwhile, do you live in a beehive full of poisonous channels? You outsiders see things in a strange way. ” I am tempted to remind you that hundreds of thousands of people died when the cataclysm happened. That the zone had to be quarantined to contain the disaster. But I keep my opinions for now.