Desolate Era Novels & Stories

In their homeworld of Triton, they lived in islets surrounded by a vast dark blue ocean that were occasionally disturbed by the storm that came from the grey cloudy skies. Here, however, was a desert that changes color depending on where the sun would stop at a given time. In the horizon, it would be purple. If the sun was at zenith point, it was light tan but when the sun sets and paved way for the moon to shine, it was green. The Solar ADF had grown on calling it 'Neon Desert', for some reason.

“Why is Giselle the one repaying these debts? “After Giselle left the company, you said that you would repay all the money taken from the company’s accounts. So why did this money have to come from Giselle?” Angela shifted uncomfortably under Matthew’s piercing gaze. She frowned and opened her mouth as if to argue, but was cut off by Ella’s sharp voice. Ella stared coldly at Angela and Matthew. “I truly feel sorry for Giselle, that fool. “When your company ran into trouble back then, she feared that the Stark family would seize the opportunity to exploit you. To ensure you could live well, she took on all the debts alone and severed ties with her family.

"Tazern, sometimes we must let go of the past and move on. The past is everything you were, but it doesn't define who you are right now. Your mother was a gold digger at that time, but does that mean that everyone is like her?" I sneered as I listened to Daze speak. crossing my arms over my chest. The hatred I had for women was so strong that it sometimes suffocated me with nothing but evil thoughts. There was no need for him to tell me all these things because my hatred was not going to vanish. "Daze, it's better if we don't talk about all these things, okay? Let's just order drinks and relax," I told him, trying to control the rude remarks that I wanted to blurt out. Dolah's POV.

I'd half hoped he'd at the very least call to yell about his painting, but he couldn't even spare me his anger. ​But Wolveshedge took my mind off of all that. It was like a different world where everyone was happy all the goddamn time; I was half content with it and half disgusted with the level of joy in the atmosphere. The town was peaceful and everyone seemed to be content with their small little section on the map, even if they were so terribly discontented. But it was why I chose this place, wasn't it? To be safe and discontented, yet I couldn't chase the feeling of something missing from the discombobulated picture I was forming day by day.

"We’re going to march into the Wastelands. We’re going to find the Sisters' original well. And we’re going to drown it in the blood they’ve spilled." "The Wastelands are certain death, Elara," Lucien said, though his eyes held a spark of his old, destructive hunger. "No wolf has ever returned from the grey." "I am not a wolf," I said, stepping toward the drakes. "And I am not a goddess." I looked at Kaelen. "I am the Debt. And the North is going to see it paid in full." As we mounted the drakes, the crimson sun began to set, casting long, bloody shadows across the tundra. The "Grey Erase" was gone, but the "Sanguine Age" had begun.

“Maybe she is worthy of being trusted,” Melinda said, looking up at Aldo as he went through his files. He was tired of keeping things to himself and she seemed like the only person he could talk to at that point. The only thing he could do was hope that Melinda wasn't going to be one of the next people to betray him. That would mean everyone around him was a snake. He knew it would somehow affect his empire so moving forward he had to be careful.

history has reached the "Era of the Great-Reflow." "Are we losing the Earth, Avery?" Maya asked, as the first indigo fog rolled into the Detroit ruins. "We’re losing the 'Surface,' Maya," Avery replied, looking at the rising tide. "The 'Deep' is finally 'Coming-Home' for the 'Rest-of-Us.'"

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

But they weren’t always that way. Dead Worlds were worlds that served the stage for battles amongst the gods. These were worlds that were once thriving and brimming with life, but had been destroyed after constantly hosting the wars of powerful gods and Origin Artefacts. These were worlds that failed to survive during the Chaotic Era. One of these worlds was Alr. Alr was more desolate than any other world in the universe. There wasn’t a patch of grass or a well of water in the entire planet. It was the true definition of the word barren.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.