Walking Disaster Novels & Stories

After a few sips of the strong drink, he felt much better. Next, he turned on the radio. News on his favorite station was just beginning. Somewhere in the subway a bomb exploded, over a hundred fatalities, several dozen seriously injured. In Indonesia, a severe earthquake claimed hundreds of lives. On the west coast of the United States a tornado rages, tears off roofs, tears up trees, destroys everything that comes its way. High winds prevent air communication in Japan. The new computer virus paralyzed the biggest companies. Death, tragedies, misfortunes. He had had enough. He turned off the radio.

She sat in the lounge, sipping tea, and turned on the broadcast. The news-wolf reported a tragic accident on the outskirts of the Citadel. A group of intoxicated males had lost control on the cliff-side bends. The footage showed a scorched wreck, smoke curling into the air from a battered hunk of metal. Evelyn could see the dark shapes of bodies being pulled from the ash. Every single one of them had been silenced by the flames. The Wardens wrote it off. No mechanical failure was reported; it was simply another case of wolves drinking more than they could handle and paying the blood-price.

Tanner tells him. Marshall raced after the kids when the SUV exploded. “NNNNOOOOO!” he heard a scream and glanced back just long enough to realize not everyone made it out. A man caught a woman before she fell to the ground. “Someone had lost their mate or a family member.” Philly tells his wolf. “May their soul rest in peace and that is 1 less we have to worry about killing ourselves.” Marshall said as more shouts could be heard from the wreckage.

Carrying the luggage that the people had brought with them. A massive roar followed by a shock wave swept the sea as some ships began to sail. Some folks lost their footing and fell. The sky was flashing. The strange thing was that it wasn't yet night. The flashing lights in the sky were spells. The disaster had arrived at the port. Boom! "Nooo!" "Someone please help!" "Mother! Please!!!!" "Uwaaaa!!!!" People's cries flooded the streets as they rushed and trampled on each other to get to the ships.

The city was screaming. From the high windows of the war room, Kaelen could see the plume of dust and hear the distant, panicked roar of a populace caught in a bewildering disaster. The flood in the Merchant's Quarter was a masterpiece of chaos. It was loud, public, and utterly distracting. Every guard in the city would be dispatched to manage the crisis, every noble would be barricaded in his manor, and every eye would be looking at the disaster, not at the gates.

But because for the first time in a long while… She didn’t feel like pulling away. “I’m okay,” she said quietly. He didn’t let go immediately. Then, slowly, he released her but stayed close. Too close to be accidental. They pushed through the doorway into the corridor beyond. The difference was immediate. The hallway was worse. Much worse. Large sections had already collapsed. The lighting flickered wildly. Water was leaking in from somewhere above, running along the floor in thin streams. Victor looked around quickly. “This way! It leads back toward the lower decks!”

the assistant stammered. The man who had been on the verge of exploding suddenly went quiet. For some reason, he felt a hint of relief. He immediately reached for his phone, intending to call Kara, when a notification popped up at the top of his screen. "The Odyssey Cruise collided with reefs. Nearly 20 passengers fell overboard. The casualty list has been released–" Such bad luck! Bennett instinctively dismissed the alert. However, his finger froze mid-air. The casualty list was displayed. Kara was one of the deceased.

The unlucky ones were pinned by huge slabs of debris, their legs crushed. Lucas saw a woman being pulled out of the ruins. Her face was completely disfigured, her body covered in blood, with white bone exposed on her forearm. With an entire building collapsed, those rescued were barely left with half their lives. Ambulances arrived nonstop to provide support. There were far too many injured from the explosion. Screams of pain mixed with anguished cries, making the atmosphere chaotic and tragic. Lucas rushed over, grabbed Ivanka’s arm, and asked urgently.

Added with the collapsing floor affecting the rest of the building. Amid the chaos, bodies were carried out from the smoldering wreckage, one after another, zipped into black body bags. The sight was grim. Medics, moving quickly, focused on those who still clung to life, while law enforcement desperately tried to maintain order. The press, relentless, jostled for a clearer view, their cameras flashing, recording every detail.

As Brandon approached in that danger zone of her Hacienda after inspecting all they had recovered, He took a hesitant step away from them and toward Nancy. "Best friend, what are you thinking? You search for another person? Everything is safe now. We searched every square inch of the hacienda and found nothing but the trash and dirt they left behind. Houses have been destroyed and torn down, plants and trees have been swept away by raging floods, and perhaps invisible life forms have also vanished due to the fiery, boiling lava of an erupted volcano. “He adds.