Piper Alpha Disaster Survivors Novels & Stories

“The Hollow Ridge Pack was attacked yesterday. Initial reports from survivors indicate it was a very large rogue attack, perhaps the largest we’ve seen this year.” Her expression didn’t shift immediately, but her knuckles turned white as she gripped the arms of the chair. “Miria,” I continued, steeling myself for the final blow. “There were only a few omega and delta survivors.” Her lips parted slightly, and she exhaled slowly, her face blank but her eyes shadowed with something unreadable. “Miria…” I hesitated. “There were no survivors of the Alpha family.” Her eyes closed briefly, her lips pressing into a thin line before she spoke, her voice soft but steady. “I understand.”

“I know what that means, and I’m sorry for your loss. Mind if I ask what happened?” Peter sighed. “That helicopter went down hard, throwing most of us clear of the wreckage. Jeremiah went partially through the windshield and died on impact. Miranda hit something when she was thrown clear, and she died a few hours later of internal bleeding. The rest of us escaped the crash with minor injuries, apart from a piece of metal embedded in my leg. But we spent time recovering with my comrades who made it up.

“What else can I help you with, Alpha?” “I want to see the CCTV of the entire building. But only if you don’t mind.” Clearing her throat inwardly, “I fear this will be possible, Alpha.” Nodding my head, “I wasn't expecting an easy ‘yes’ from you. There are rules involved and both of us will have to break these rules.” “I’m sorry, Alpha. But I don't understand a thing.” Resting my elbow on her stone stand, “Piper is dead.” “Gasp!”

I imagine the numbness that's enveloping me, and the searing pain roaring through my heart coupled with the breaths I need to take remaining lodged in my throat making my lungs burn might be it. Today was a day like any other. My best friends and I were out enjoying the nightlife of New Orleans, only to return home to half our pack having been slaughtered. Only for me to waltz into my parent's home to find them mutilated almost beyond recognition. Our Alpha and Luna were dead for hours, their bodies already starting to cool to the touch.

Piper Beta Lara, Iris, and Natalie all looked terrified when I walked up to them. “Ladies, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I wish you had come to me.” “We couldn’t, Alpha. You were gone and your father and brother threatened us if we said anything,” Beta Lara says.

The whole area was a mess, everywhere you look in the pack house are smeared with blood, there were a lot of broken furniture, trees toppled…the devastation was everywhere. And then… we saw them… a scene that I don’t think I will ever forget in this life. It was just like what Grandpa said. The Alpha and Luna. Crucified. My stomach lurched. I turned away, unable to bear the sight. Celina gasped behind me, her hands clamped over her mouth. Ryker finally spoke. Unlike the rest of us, he seemed to be the one less affected. “We should scatter. Search for anything you see that will be helpful, and if you see any survivor just call. If there’s nothing then we meet back here in thirty minutes.”

I tell him before taking the envelope from his hand. My whole body hurts still, particularly my back, but I’m starting to heal well. The problem with burns is that they take time to heal, and they tend to leave scars. I’m not too worried, but it is in inconvenience. I’ve stayed home for what feels like an eternity now (even though, in reality, it’s only been a few days), when I should be doing better things. I scan through the page in front of me. Twenty-seven deaths, including security and some of the cleaners who’d been on shift the day of the explosion. All the Alphas gone, except for me. Even my Beta, Carla’s father, died in the explosion.

"However, the Alpha managed to dodge the attack. The festival turned into a disaster as people ran helter-skelter, desperately trying to save their lives. My heart twisted in pain at the sight of people crying over the loss of their loved ones, a profound sense of sorrow enveloping the scene. "Everyone, retreat!" I heard the Alpha yell as he ran with some kids in his arms. It was a surprise attack, one he wasn't prepared for. "Everyone, please save yourselves," he pleaded again as he rushed to rescue an old lady who narrowly avoided being shot.

Jake cursed angrily as he shouted, "Tyler, we've got to get out of here!" The situation had gone from bad to catastrophic in the blink of an eye. The floors above us collapsed, sending debris and dust raining down. Panic filled the air as people screamed and rushed for the exits. “Tyler! What’s happen? I think I heard an explosion, Where are you guys?!” "Stay close!" I yelled to the other members on first floor over the din. "We'll get out of this!" Jake was right behind us, his face a mask of determination as we navigated the wreckage. Our fellow Wolf Hunters were struggling to escape, their training kicking in as they guided others to safety.

Alpha James urgently told me. We got back to Fox Village in record time. The woods were on fire, the front gate was knocked down, businesses were up in smoke and families were huddled together. Warriors rushed around checking houses, some were putting out the fires, and others were attending to the wounded. This place was a massacre. "Alpha Louis, search the place for any survivors and bring them to the stadium. Tina and Libby go release anyone in the bunkers and bring them to the stadium. I'll go find Levi and Beta Michael."