Catastrophe Novels & Stories

I crossed my arms and frown my face. "Look Noor, he’s coming.” My mom pointed in his direction. I smiled at him as he began walking in our direction. In a blink of an eye, I heard the sound of a squealing tire, a deafening sound. In just a split of a second, my dad got hit and thrown a few meters into the air; landing centimeters away from us. My heartbeat and people’s grasp were all I heard. I gulped looking at people who were walking in the direction of the car. Turning around I realized my mom fainted out of shock. On one hand, is my mom and on the other is my dad. I silently cried, falling to the ground, I let out a scream "Nooo!" I whimpered.

"What!! Everyone shouted and they were running in every direction they could to burst the way out, to be far away from this deadly creature their eyes couldn't behold Nagato stepped forward, closer to where Kaito was, the ground trembled at each step he took, and the black dark fog swirling around his body was now covering his palm that has long claws " you all are dying tonight" he voiced out and then pierced his hands right through Yukimura's chest…

King shook his head. “No. You made things possible.” Lena’s chest tightened. Michael muttered, “This is a damn cult.” King chuckled. “Not a cult,” he said. “A transition.” Jessica’s voice was barely a whisper. “Transition into what?” King studied them, then exhaled. “The next world order.” Lena’s stomach dropped. Jessica’s face paled. Michael swore under his breath. King smiled. And then— The cathedral exploded. Lena hit the ground hard, her ears ringing, dust filling her lungs as the ceiling collapsed in on itself.

“Are you hurt?” Catherine shook her head, pulling her robe tighter around herself. The silk felt flimsy, useless against the chilling reality of the night. “No. Just… this.” She gestured vaguely at the scene. “How do we… how does anyone clean this up? The police… the media…” Her voice began to rise with the first edge of panic. This was a crisis beyond any corporate scandal or hostile takeover she had ever managed. This was primal, impossible.

Little did she know that some men had to learn the hard way. Marianne quickly came back to the present and heard a sound in the distance travelling so fast it struck her ear drums in a second, she turned to her right and was jolted to see a huge construction like truck headed right for them while hooting and trying to stop before there was a collision. With how close Marianne was to the road without realizing, it was too late to change course and hit the brakes.She braced for impact and prayed her baby would survive what was next, nothing else could be done.

Vance looked at his father in confusion. “Four??” He asked. His father chalked yes four. You are destroying four people, Purple, yours’s Astrid and her future mate. Think about it; If someday Astrid found her mate, what will she do? You know what you will have. She will go through a very worst heartbreak fore then yours, just like what purple must be going through. A human mate is unnatural, but the human is weak; they can die of heartbreak, but as she is an alpha’s mate, she is strong. But Astrid is an omega. What will happen to her? Think about your action’s Vance.” His father said.

I know who I belong with… just circumstances KILLER: O Hayley… HAILSTORM: I’m completely fine guys! Like honestly, it’s better this way. You guys know me, I’m resilient. He hardly pops into my brain anymore LACE: Sorry I brought it up, wasn’t thinking HAILSTORM: Lace, please don’t be sorry. It was a good question. I can at least go on a date with someone. There is this guy at work who will NOT leave me alone KILLER: You don’t have to if you don’t want to

pleaded. "It served you," Trix asked truly vexed. As if a cool sound effect, lightning struck again. "You are supposed to be serving it. And the rest off you putting up with his bullshit! You are all monsters," she continued, the thunder following her closely. At her last statement though lightning seemed to hit the building and all the windows blew open. Trix grabbed her now clean bag and walked off in the direction of the front door, ignoring the pleas and screams that echoed behind as she walked in some weird way, she liked it.

Not ideal. Not failure. Adjustment. He opened a new file. PROJECT: MORAL CASCADE. If selective poisoning hadn’t been enough to collapse the emotional legitimacy of unmeasured aid, then the next crisis would not target food. It would target mercy itself. And in Iceland, though she could not see the file, Charlotte felt the shape of what was coming like the drop in air before a cliff.

To adjust boundaries. Silence. The accusation isn’t wrong. Every negotiation shifts lines. “You’re afraid of losing structure,” Aidan says. Structure prevents collapse. “Structure can become cage.” Chaos can become extinction. The tremors subside across global feeds. Emergency systems recalibrate. The worst-case projections shrink. Not erased. Reduced. For now. Aidan looks tired. Not physically. Morally. “This won’t be the last time,” he murmurs. Correct. “Natural disasters will keep happening.”