Piper Alpha Disaster Survivors Novels & Stories

“My name is Cassian.” The name hit the courtyard like a dropped sword. Several older warriors went pale. One stumbled back a step, as if the sound alone could strike him. Kael noticed. Of course he noticed. “You know him?” An elder stepped forward, his hands trembling despite the cold. “Impossible…” he whispered. “The Shadow Alpha died years ago.” Cassian smiled, and it didn’t reach his eyes. “Rumors are unreliable.” Tension detonated. Swords shifted. Breathing grew shallow.

"Alpha! This afternoon Sera chartered a private plane to the southern border " "The south? Why would she " My chest tightened. "Send someone. Tell her I'll make it up to her. Just bring her home." "Alpha." Derek was nearly screaming. "That flight vanished off radar half an hour after takeoff. Search and rescue just confirmed it. The plane went down in the snow mountains. There was an explosion! There were no survivors!"

Nearly fifty Alphas filled the room, their eyes reflecting a spectrum of emotions—from fear to determination, from anger to hope. Alpha Marius of the Swift River Pack recounted a catastrophic natural disaster that had devastated their territories, leaving their pack vulnerable and in chaos. "Our homes lie in ruins, Lycger Tricc," he mourned. "How can we regroup and safeguard our pack from further catastrophe?" Marius, the youngest Alpha among the assembly, implored Tricc with wide, grief-stricken eyes.

My breath hitched as my eyes darted from one body to another, and panic clawed its way up my throat. I searched desperately for my family, but I didn't find them. Relief washed over me for a fleeting second. At least they weren't among the dead. But that relief shattered almost instantly when I remembered that they weren't among the living either. Only a handful of pack members had survived the fire. Most of the others were either lying dead on the ground or caught somewhere in one of the sheds which was in ruins now. "Tell us, child, how you started the fire." Alpha Vincent's voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. I turned sharply, my heart pounding heavily against my chest.

He sighed. "Does that mean all of us are going to die? Isn't that what the books say?" Lakisha gasped. "Let's not think negatively, honey. We all hope that Alpha Putin will be able to come up with a solution for all this. It's unfortunate that Alpha Killan ended up burning Elder Peter's. He was a sire, and he is the only person who would have helped us solve all of this that is happening now. But I guess we will have to face whatever is coming." Her father responded.

I say. Piper runs out, handing me two crash kits and patting her chest asking what she can do to help. “Can you work with Travis to triage?” I ask her and she nods. I turn to Travis. “She can’t talk. Alpha Simon nearly ripped her throat out when he tried to get our Luna last time.” “Damn,” he says, looking up at her. “It’s impressive that you’re on your feet.” She shrugs then slaps her hands together, pointing to the warriors.

Gaius suggested. “No, I cant let hazel run for that long, we will get there soon.” After much silence and everyone tensed, wondering what was going on in the palace, the mindlink connected “Alpha.. the palace was attacked by Ethan and some men, Piper was captured by Ethan and he has left with her.” “What?Piper has been what?.” “What happened?” Gaius asked. “The palace was attacked and Piper was captured by Ethan.” “Noooo, not piper.” Hazel said as she jumped up from her sleeping position.

A broken torch lay smoldering near the stairwell, and the marks of clawed feet led toward the council chamber. Mireya bent to examine them. “Ours,” she whispered. “They made it back.” “Some of them.” Kaelen’s tone was flat. He followed the trail into the main hall. The fire pit at the center had burned down to ash. Around it, a few survivors huddled—eyes hollow, faces gray with fatigue. When they saw him, they rose at once. “Alpha,” one murmured, voice trembling. “We thought you were dead.” Kaelen didn’t reply immediately. He looked over them—counting, measuring, noting the absences. Half the pack gone. The others barely standing.

A ripple moved through the crowd—surprise, maybe, at hearing their Alpha admit fault so plainly, without hedging. "Marcus Chen attacked this territory five days ago," Ryker continued. "You all know that. Many of you fought in that battle, and I owe every one of you a debt I can never fully repay for the courage you showed defending our home. What you may not know is what's happened since. Marcus was not captured that day. He escaped—into the trees, into the chaos of his own retreating army—and he has not been seen since." The murmur grew louder this time, threaded with the particular anxious energy I recognized from my own worst nights. I felt Ryker's grip tighten slightly around my hand, an

A month ago in New York, Piper was derailed after Sebastian’s refusal to let her parents see their daughter. She did not even know the girl’s name or where Rush’s father lived. The last time she met Sebastian’s father was at the hospital and she was too eager to return to Ezrah to care. Piper walked into a bar and began ordering drinks. By the time she was done, her legs felt like jelly, and she fell by the wayside before the cab she ordered could arrive.