The Desolate Era Novels & Stories

Burning buildings, people running in the streets and some hiding inside their homes, a chaotic city and the screams of children everywhere. These were the words broadcast stations used to describe what was happening in the city. "It's unlike anything we have ever seen", one woman cried on radio. "The creatures attacking are monstrous and we don't know where they came from. I wish I didn't come out today. The world seems to be ending and..." The signal was suddenly lost and the woman's voice became distorted by static. Even with the interference, her screams could be heard in the background and it was followed by what sounded like a roar.

* End of Flashback * "Are you satisfied now?" Raymond asked her as she stood there lost and guilty. He looked at her irritated one last time before living with Jearald. ♥......♥

They looked Out. ​The Era of the Great Green had reached its first true peak. And as the "Null-Link" hummed with the collective heartbeat of a million Ash-Born, the galaxy finally realized that the Gutter was no longer a place for the forgotten. ​It was the Cradle of the New World.

Clock’s ticking and also, the money option is gone. Eva’s eyes met mine, wide with fresh panic. “Bastard!!!!! I can smell his fucking desperation from the text message!!!" He not only raised the stakes but he changed it. And now we had less than twenty-four hours to destroy my heart on camera… or watch our entire world burn.

The first year of the Tempered Era passed not in days, but in a series of breathtaking pulses that reshaped the very face of our world. From the obsidian balconies of the Silver Moon Palace, I watched the transition from a dying planet to a vibrant, living ecosystem. The Dead Zones, once skeletal graveyards of ash and lightless grey, were now erupting with the tempered flora we had planted. The silver edged lilies and fire ferns didn't just grow; they thrived, their roots weaving into the soil to ground the planetary resonance and prevent the return of the Void Howl. Human cities, once isolated bunkers of clinical fear, were opening their gates to the Silver Moon Vanguard, trading old world

“Why is Giselle the one repaying these debts? “After Giselle left the company, you said that you would repay all the money taken from the company’s accounts. So why did this money have to come from Giselle?” Angela shifted uncomfortably under Matthew’s piercing gaze. She frowned and opened her mouth as if to argue, but was cut off by Ella’s sharp voice. Ella stared coldly at Angela and Matthew. “I truly feel sorry for Giselle, that fool. “When your company ran into trouble back then, she feared that the Stark family would seize the opportunity to exploit you. To ensure you could live well, she took on all the debts alone and severed ties with her family.

​Five Years Later: The Iron Garden, Oregon ​The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with a dial-tone. After the Great Reset, the silence had lasted for nearly a year. Then, slowly, the lights flickered back on—not as a global empire, but as a patchwork of city-states and resilient territories. The "Sterling Era" was now taught in history books as a period of collective madness, a digital fever dream that the world had finally broken.

Hearing my footsteps, he looked up from the magazine and stood up, "Have you done what I asked you?" I said while walking downstairs, "Yes, Boss," He said, I walked to him and sat down on the couch, he handed me the file which had the complete details of Davina, "Miss Ellis was the youngest daughter of Sean Ellis and Kate Ellis, she has an Elder sister Margate Ellis, and her family abandoned her when she chose to marry Allen, they have a textile company boss, which is quite popular in Asheville and her sister works in the same company," he said while I flipped the pages contained her details and photos of her family.

We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Default, our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Sixth Layer was no longer a boardroom; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new start and every drop of blood was a new ocean. Eryx "occurred" beside me again, his Lament-Steel nebula returning with a violent, electric snap, the violet-black stardust roiling with the added weight of a soul that had finally realized that To be Un-Employed by the System is the Final Life. He didn't pull me into a kiss; he pulled me into the Origin. "We’ve burned the ledgers, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his voice a tidal wave of gravel and