Manhole Cover Nuclear Test Novels & Stories

I looked up and down the street; two more were smoking, but not as much. Then it fucking blew. I felt the rumble, the smoke pulled back into the hole, and then there was an explosion - not a bang, like fireworks, but a low, deep detonation. The manhole cover- which had to weigh over a hundred pounds - flew up into the air like a quarter flipped off your thumb. I watched it fly up until I was looking straight at it. Smoke and flame belched from the hole as the cover, losing its energy, fell back, and, in an unbelievable coincidence, landed right back where it started.

"But we have a major problem!" Sebastian instantly shifted back into commander mode. He turned, keeping one arm protectively wrapped around Harper’s waist. Kenji’s voice came over the loudspeakers, laced with absolute, unadulterated terror. "Commander... the nuclear blast destroyed the submarine and High Priestess Xanthe. But the thermal shockwave... it didn't kill the Titan in the trench." "What do you mean?" Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "The Mariana Trench is the prison. The nuclear explosion didn't hit the Titan. It just blew the doors of the cage wide open!" Kenji shouted, the sound of frantic typing echoing in the background. "The radiation didn't hurt it, Sebastian. It fed it."

Haley shouted from behind the pod. Then, the earth hiccuped. THOOM. It wasn't a sound; it was a punch to the gut. The ground lifted three feet into the air and slammed back down. From the vent, a column of superheated steam, magma, and shattered rock erupted. It wasn't a splash; it was a geyser. A solid pillar of kinetic force and heat, propelled by a nuclear detonation deep underground, shot straight up into the sky. It hit the Fenrir’s Fang dead center on its port-side engine array.

Back in the wreckage. I looked down at my phone, hidden under the desk. On the screen was a grainy, digitized scan of an old newspaper article I had downloaded from the library archives. MBEYA TRAIN DISASTER: MECHANICAL FAILURE OR SABOTAGE? Official reports cite brake failure on the steep incline, but local witnesses report a flash of light moments before derailment... "What was it?" I whispered to myself, scrolling past the official government statement. "A nuclear test? A weapon?"

I ask. "The Kosnov nuclear facility is a place so secretive that until recently, it was not even on the map. Buried deep in Russia's mountains' forests and surrounded by a 250km exclusion zone, it is home to its most closely guarded nuclear secrets. The birthplace of the atomic bomb project is the site of a series of devastating nuclear disasters covered up for decades until the fall of the USSR, becoming known by some as the graveyard of the earth, the most contaminated place on the planet."

These are not noisy nuclear warheads; this was the 'Muzzler' anti-matter missile, the Vanguard's ultimate weapon designed not to create fire, but to pulverize any particles within a ten kilometer radius to the level of microscopic dust. In a matter of three seconds, the cathedral's underground altar cracked hair. "W-what the " ZRAAAASSSSSSHHHH!