Walking Disaster Novels & Stories

Is it possible for them to live as a happy family or for us to love each other without any barriers? Just one bad decision can completely change the course of the world. "AAAHHH!" When something on the bus exploded, I yelled. Many passengers were startled by the loud noise. "GET DOWN RIGHT NOW! THE BUS IS ON THE VERGE OF EXPLODING!" The bus driver's exclamation caused everyone to leave the area for their lives. When I stood up, I had no idea what I was going to do. My system panicked, and there were a lot of people passing by in front of me, so I couldn't think clearly.

His mouth crashed down on hers again, eager to get back to what they were doing. He tried to ignore the voice on the scanner, but he couldn’t totally block it out. His life calling was to save others, though his mate ranked above it now. There had been a terrible wreck and vehicle pile-up on the interstate not far from them. Several engines were being called out, plus a couple haz-mat teams. That probably meant a tanker truck full of gas or flammable liquid was involved. If it exploded, a lot of lives could be lost. Like his family had been lost in the wreck and subsequent explosion that took them from him when he was a child.

TRAGEDY STRIKES: Ava Davis Feared Dead in Industrial Explosion. Photos. Videos. Candle vigils. I didn’t care. I turned off the news. I locked my office doors. And for two days—I didn’t speak to anyone. Not even Morgan. Not even Eliza. The city could burn. I didn’t care. She was gone. And I didn’t stop it. What I didn’t know… Was that Ava Davis had survived. AVA’S POV The impact knocked the breath from my lungs. I landed hard—back first—on cold metal. Everything blurred.

“We deserve better than this.” I kissed him. “Whatever you decide, I’m with you.” “Even if it means…” “Even if.” I meet his eyes. “You and me. Always.” _ _ _ _ _ _ NIKOLAI POV I’m outside smoking when I see it. TV in the cantina across the street. News playing. I walk closer. Squint at the screen. The pier. San Francisco. Aerial footage of the explosion. “authorities confirm at least thirty dead in what appears to be a gang-related massacre. Among the deceased”

“Of course it’s haunted with all the deaths there.” “As far as I’ve seen of the records. There was a horrible accident on the widow’s walk. Honestly those places always felt dangerous on them. A strong wind and a slippery spot are a recipe for a tragedy. The poor brother in his grief.” She tisked her disapproval. “I couldn’t imagine his grief. Sad truly. But his injuries were more consistent to that of a bear attack I believe. All so mysterious.” “How may I help you?”

The flames had devoured it, leaving mere skeletal remnants that told a story of destruction far deeper than mere buildings. I was grateful for the safety of the pack members, packed tightly in the nearby school under Rose's watchful eye. But the thought of what they had suffered gnawed at me. They were displaced and scared, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the calamity wasn't just a crime of chance; it felt personal. Whoever did this was still out there, perhaps lurking, watching, plotting their next move. "Alpha," a low voice broke through my daze. I turned to see Westin, his brow furrowed, eyes scanning the wreckage. "It doesn't make sense. How could this happen so quickly? We were ju

Several classmates who used to be on good terms with me apologized in quiet voices as they passed me while being taken away. James struggled to crawl toward me, and he grabbed my pant leg. "Can you forgive me, Celeste?" I shook my head coldly. James looked like he was in pain as he proceeded to throw up more blood. He passed out after that. Their regrets meant nothing to me. I could never forgive them for what they did to me. This entire fiasco was streamed live by a passerby. It took only a few hours for it to trend. Everything happened so fast, and angry comments filled the stream.

Some limped while others had that thousand-yard stare of trauma too fresh to process. Dr. Lorett appeared from a side corridor, covered in blood that didn't seem to be hers. She was alive and relief hit me hard. "Everyone accounted for?" I asked. "Everyone who's getting out," Maya said grimly. Some hadn't made it. Some never would. We moved as a group toward the exit, supporting those who couldn't walk on their own. Freedom was fifty yards away. Then forty. Then thirty. That's when the first explosion hit. The blast came from deep in the facility and the shockwave was strong enough to knock several wolves off their feet. Then another explosion. And another.

Chapter 02. A BIG LOSS. Abby's POV. I buried my face against Claude's throat, sobbing softly as the emergency rescue team began to evacuate the bodies from the building which collapsed due to the explosion. The firefighters had arrived right on time to put out the fire, but the damage had been done. Maya had been brought out, but I could barely recognize her. “Why?” I sobbed. “Why did it have to be today? Of all days this could have happened, why did it have to be today?”

Haley’s face had gone blank, as though someone had stripped the skin from her expression and left only silence behind. The lean officer cleared his throat. “It was a fire accident. At a warehouse on Pier 47. We’re very sorry.” The words hit like a truck. “What?!” Eden screamed. The room tilted again. Her knees buckled. And the last thing she remembered was the world going black. *** The marble plate slipped from her fingers and shattered on the tiled kitchen floor. She gasped. Then she fell to her knees, gathering the sharp white pieces into her hands even as tears blurred her vision.