The 100 Ark Novels & Stories

​The Lunar Ark was not a ship; it was a sarcophagus of gold and glass, buried beneath the regolith of the Tycho Crater for a century. As the Vane siblings and Lyra stepped inside, the air tasted of ancient pine needles and cold, sterile electricity. It was the "Emergency Exit" their father had built for a world that had finally ended, and as the engines hummed to life, Leo felt the violent tug of Earth’s gravity calling them back.

The crowd surged forward, grabbing the reports. They read—then froze. Shock hit all at once, spreading across their faces. Every single report said the same thing in bold black letters— [not biologically related.]

Damn! I intertwined mine and Blue’s fingers under the blanket. We’re on the deck of the mansion. We’re both lying on the couch while watching the stars. It’s been a month since we got married. Everything was going smoothly. My heart has been full of happiness ever since I met this woman. “Are you still angry at Theo?” I looked down at Blue. “He did something unforgivable. He fell in love with my first princess.” Blue chuckled. “Forgive him. He just fell in love. Remember, love has no age and limit.”

"Grrgggrrr..." I convulsed in my bed. I should be dead now with one strike. How the heck am I still alive? This is worse than having the tribulation thunder. Well, I didn't really reach that point in the murim world haha. Seriously. I freaking, f*cking swear. The cause of my death was freaking really getting ridiculous each time. After a few more minutes, the lightning finally stopped coming. "Please let me be in a modern world again.' Those were my last thoughts as I slumped on my already burn out bed and breathed my last.

POV EMMA BELLE The Great Ark—the floating, obsidian-and-quartz remains of the Sun-Spire—was undergoing a frantic, mechanical evolution. Shifters and humans swarmed over the hull, reinforcing the kinetic seals with layers of heat-resistant "Solar-Glass" harvested from the remnants of Solis’s guard.

"I'm going to f*cking kill everyone." No one dared to stop Vanluke Kromatova from gunning every considered useless person. His mind is entirely absorbed in retrieving Ara even if he has to go through hell for it. He took out his five-shot, double and single action large-caliber revolver that can fire .500 matching magnum cartridge. Enough for a brain splattering head on gunfight his gut is trembling for.

The sunset over the Actual Earth wasn't a programmed gradient of gold and pink; it was a violent, dusty orange that cast long, jagged shadows across the valley. As the temperature dropped, the millions of "Waking Souls" from the Ark began to realize that freedom had a freezing point. Leo stood at the base of the Ark’s ramp, directing the flow of people. He wasn't using a megaphone or a digital HUD. He was shouting until his throat was raw, his hands moving in a frantic rhythm as he organized the able-bodied into "Sustainment Teams."

Mandy's voice wouldn't stop ringing in his head. "How do you even deserve—how do you deserve..." His hands trembled as he covered his face. The cold sank in, choking off whatever was left of his voice. He didn't. He never did. *** It was my first time in Amiraka, and everything felt off. Thankfully, an old friend was at the same grad school. He helped me land a rental—small, but cozy enough to feel like mine. Classes, late nights at the library, killer views, and food that actually tasted like joy—life was finally good.

The guards look at me like I've lost it. [Hector, I can't reach you. I'm losing my mind.] [They say if you bleed enough, the person you miss will appear in your dreams. So every night I cut my skin. It hurts, but the more I bleed, the happier I feel—because then I dream of you.] ... Ten thousand messages, all the same unhinged rambling. One thing was clear—Donna's mind was gone.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I instantly settled into the familiar embrace as both of us watched the sun set over our kingdom. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped my mouth. I had finally completed my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The look on my editor’s face was one of disbelief when I announced I was stopping all other books to focus solely on that one. I guess writing 1001 Dark Tales takes a long time, four years to be exact. Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income.