Natural Disaster Books Fiction Novels & Stories

She doesn’t. The hurricane unbuttons itself from the horizon and steps neatly around her, a wall of spinning light and rain and the promise you only get in fairy tales right before a terrible idea. It does not yank her so much as invite her. It holds out a hand made of weather and says, in the soft voice of a thing that has already decided, Come along. Zoey Mitchell—reader of stories, maker of coffee, collector of poor life choices—stumbles. And then the world tips, the sky opens like a trapdoor, and she falls straight into the eye of it.

“Loria! Simon!” Anthony skidded to a halt in front of us, breathless, eyes wide with excitement. “I have to tell you something. I read a whole chapter today—okay, more like five—but this one part was weird. There was this story about a magical storm that scattered wolf packs across the continents. Not like a hurricane—like something that chose where it sent people.” Simon straightened slightly. “A sentient storm?” Anthony nodded eagerly. “They called it ‘The Great Severing.’ But the book was missing pages after that, and Andy says it could be total fiction.”

“We can do that. Nigel will get the books down that you will need to look over. While I make us all some tea. I feel that none of us is going to sleep much tonight.” “I agree with you, Mom. I know I won’t be able to sleep much, if at all. Nigel, on the other hand, will be the first one to sleep out of us, like always.” I said with a laugh Nigel just made a face at me and went to get the books. She came down with four books in her hand. One was for beginners, and they went up from there. So I picked up the one for beginners. To see what it was about, I grabbed a tablet and a pen so I could take some notes. Mom picked up the photo album and started looking through it. Nigel just sat there play

“We have studied any recovered books or records thoroughly over the years, as we do with any new pieces that find their way to us, for the most part we all assumed that the writings in here were children’s stories, and nothing but fiction written by an imaginative soul, and that may still be the case, but now I’m not so sure.” “The book is filled with tales, short stories really, relaying the life stories of shifters who were blessed or cursed by the Moon Goddess. It really does read as fantastical ramblings rather than anything of fact. But one of the stores tells of mated shifters both cursed and blessed by the Goddess. Cursed to a lonely life, one of solitude until they meet their perfect

" Her lips were read closely and just after her words, the ground cracked open as it was seen, she channeled the flames of hell, from hell and rained it down on anything, thus everything in the forest. The yells of Hades engulfed the atmosphere. Thus, the fire burnt everything it came in contact with. After this, no one, not a soul was seen. Sight travails across as it caught one last and final scene, just as Maria's visions showed, the unknown street where she had her Foot walking across. Sight zoomed into a sheet that as seen was already printed by an unknown and tagged as "Missing!" Embodying the people, John, Khloe, Maria and Butt. Lights Fade BORN BY POWER CHAOS AND APOCALYPSE CHAPTER 3

He responded. Avery and Nicholas were lost. "What's the book all about?" Nicholas asked. "Books hold the world together. The knowledge found in books can't be found in real life. Old books seem to affect the present world. This book here," Devon pointed at the book in Beatrice's hands, "Tells us what would happen if we don't act now. The beast and sea monster would ravage the city - both Blessingstoke and Arbedour. Raging waters caused by the sea monsters and the ground opening and swallowing people up. Deaths of hundreds would occur - Deaths of you and me." Devon said.

"What else? I wish I had cooking necessities and equipments at our dormitory, I would have cooked my boredom away. I'm going to read my novels or watch some cooking lessons online." "I don't know how you do that sincerely. I can't read romance novels because I can't stand the steamy scenes. I'll be horny almost every time." She scrunched up her face. "You're so silly. I don't picture myself when reading, I just enjoy reading them generally making a fantasy of the characters in my head, I watch them enjoy it in my head." She chuckled. That soft chuckle, but it didn't make her face lit up as it always did when she cooked.

-Aleka .................................................. The bystanders had never witnessed such form of nature. Yes, they had seen thunder storms before but this ,this surpassed their intensity. It looked like this was not a natural storm controlled by nature but a storm enraged by the person standing in front of them with blue eyes and blue sparks all over her body. They asked for a miracle,for a saviour but the thing standing infront of them was neither of them ,she was a nightmare which only bought onething wherever it went

But what surprises Vienna was the volume of the books, no offense but she thought Leopard was not the type of guy who likes to read books, other than maps and such. She somehow landed her eyes in a certain book lying on the table that caught her attention. Vienna took it and read the title, Where I truly Belong. She smirked at the book's title, it seems like even the book is confused about where it truly belongs, just like Vienna. She returned it above the table and walk near the window where the houses and the large scale of water surrounding the island shines as the morning setting sun appear, turning the seawater into gold. She has never been this peaceful ever since, and it gives her suc

Because of his knowledge of and skill with animals, he often proved invaluable during the occasional encounter with a wild beast; especially those that were extinct on the surface. The second volunteer was a female named Alice. In her mid-twenties, Alice’s face showed the signs of wear and worry. Even so, the permanent creases that greedily occupied her young flesh didn’t deter from the sparkle of life in her dancing blue eyes. She’d weathered being orphaned right after the war and being raised within a group of wanderers that slowly fell prey to either the zombies or the aliens. Desperate for survival, she and the few remaining in her group migrated to inner earth. Completely unprepar