Copyright © 2025, Esa Myllylä, All Right Reserved
"The New World Order" series plunges readers into a brutal, dystopian alternate World War II where power is the only currency and survival demands ruthless choices. The first book, "The Black Sun Rises," sets the stage in October 1944, with the Nazis, led by Reichsführer Heinrich Himmler, conducting horrific experiments in Antarctica. These experiments result in grotesque mutations and the unleashing of dark, ancient powers.
The story follows characters like Marie Kovac, a scientist at the Manhattan Project, and her niece Ellie, who become entangled in the Nazis' monstrous plans when a Stormbird bomber attacks Los Alamos. Ellie herself undergoes a terrifying transformation after the attack, gaining powers that she vows to use against Himmler. The series highlights a world where the lines between humanity and monstrosity are blurred, and supernatural forces clash with military might. It's a dark narrative of vengeance, survival, and the fight against an unspeakable evil, leading to a "new world order" where shadows will never again thrive."
The Blood Beneath the Ice.
October 1, 1944 – Neuschwabenland Station,Antarctica.
The darkness of the subzero hangar was pierced only by the faint glow of surgical lights, casting an otherworldly aura over the scene that unfolded within. Reichsführer Heinrich Himmler stood motionless, his heart a frigid granite as he watched the traitor writhe in agony. SS surgeons, clad in white, meticulously peeled the flesh from the man's face, layer by agonizing layer, treating his cries as mere background noise to their grim task.The man's screams echoed in the cavernous space, punctuated by the growl of Stormbirds being prepped for war—an unsettling symphony of impending doom.
"Who did you contact?" Himmler's voice was a deadly whisper, razor-sharp with menace. He leaned in closer, nearly tasting the abject desperation in the air.
With a defiant hiss, the traitor spat a crooked tooth at Himmler's polished boots. "TheAmericans know.They're coming for you."The weight of that admission hung like a shroud of death over the room, threatening to unravel the carefully woven fabric of their plans.
Before Himmler could retort, the ground beneath them shuddered violently, a primal force that sent tremors through the icy structure. Molten rock surged from fissures in the floor, engulfing two technicians in a blazing torrent. Guttural laughter erupted from the traitor, bubbling forth despite his horrific wounds as alarm sirens shrieked in response.
"Seal the breach!" Himmler barked, urgency creeping into his voice.
But it was already too late.The ice groaned ominously, a grotesque splintering sound filling the hangar as a colossal crack ripped through the ceiling, allowing a menacing storm to pour into their haven.The wing of a Stormbird crumpled under the weight of falling debris, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold.
"Mein Führer will have your head for this!" screamed SS-General Hans Kammler, panic evident as he pressed a Luger against Himmler's temple, eyes wide with fear.
With a fluid motion, Himmler disarmed him, slamming Kammler's face into the traitor's exposed ribcage. "Fix.The. Bombers," he commanded, rage simmering just beneath his composed exterior.
As Kammler staggered back, comprehension dawning, Himmler knelt next to the dying saboteur. "You'll watch your failure," he hissed, the syringe of adrenaline and potent D-IX methamphetamine glinting ominously in his grip. "Alive until the last warhead flies."
The Ghost Ship and the Stormbird .
October 7, 1944 – NorthAtlantic Skies.
Hauptmann Dieter Klaus gripped the yoke of the StormbirdValkyrie, blood spilling down his chin as the bomber spiraled toward oblivion.At an altitude of 63,000 feet, the experimental craft succumbed to a malfunction when the USS Eldridge emerged from the ether—a cursed vessel unleashed fromAmerica's accursed Philadelphia Experiment. Figures in tattered hazmat suits swarmed its deck, eyes alight with an eerie glow.
"Verdammte Hexen!" shouted JürgenWolff, theAhnenerbe occultist, crossing himself in a futile gesture of protection as lightning-like energy crackled in the air around them.
Abeam of raw power struck the Stormbird's port engine, wrenching the aircraft from Klaus'scontrol as alarms blared with metallic urgency. "Jettison the payload!" Klaus roared, heart pounding as the fabric of reality teetered on the precipice of madness.
"The Führer demands LosAlamos!"Wolff's frantic fingers danced over the controls, torn between loyalty and terror.
In an act of desperation, Klaus drew hisWalther PPK and shotWolff between the eyes.The copilot fell backward, lifeless, his blood sizzling as it met the malfunctioningThule-Puls radar jammer.
But it was too late.Asecond beam severed the bomber's tail, sending Klaus and the Stormbird spiraling downward.TheAtlantic churned below, dark and unforgiving.
"Mayday! May—"The words dissolved into static as the Stormbird plummeted at 400 miles per hour.
The Ghost Ship and the Stormbird.
As the Stormbird plunged toward the churningAtlantic, Klaus felt the world tilt into a maddening vortex of chaos. His ribs shattered violently against the control panel, pain exploding like fireworks across his body.The cold saltwater surged into the cockpit as the bomber hit the ocean's surface, the icy grip of theAtlantic swallowing him whole.
Amid the suffocating darkness, Klaus's final thoughts were consumed by a single vision— phantoms walking across the water, figures shimmering like smoke in the storm.Their leader, a woman with irradiated eyes and a U.S. Navy insignia scarred into her cheek, pressed her palm against the canopy of the sinking Stormbird. "Tell Himmler," she hissed, her voice bubbling like molten glass, echoing in Klaus's ears as he drew his last breath. "We're waiting."
The Girl in the Glass.
November 1, 1944 – LosAlamos, New Mexico
Marie Kovac sprinted through the sterile halls of the Manhattan Project's labyrinthine labs, her heart hammering like a war drum in her chest.The Geiger counter clicked ominously in her hand, its rhythmic sound like a deathwatch beetle heralding doom. "Evacuate!" she shouted, desperation pooling in her voice as scientists around her remained fixated on their equations, blind to the catastrophe unfolding.
"Aunt Marie, the sky's wrong!" Ellie, her wide-eyed niece, tugged at her sleeve, pointing toward a darkening mass looming overhead.
Marie glanced up and felt dread seep into her bones as the Stormbird descended silently, its vast black wings blotting out the sun. "Run!" she screamed, shoving Ellie toward a lead-lined vault.The door slammed shut just as the first bomb detonated, the cataclysm obliterating everything in its wake. The world turned blinding white in the aftermath, leaving Marie gasping in agony. Her skinblistered and peeled as heat enveloped her, and she crawled toward the shattered remnants of a radio console, fingers burning against the keys.
CLICK-CLICK-CLICK. Morse code spilled forth as she struggled to transmit a final desperate message: FL-349—TRONDHEIM. SABOTAGE—
Her vision blurred, eyes liquefying as darkness encroached.
Meanwhile, above ground, Ellie emerged from the vault, her heart pounding in sync with the chaos outside.The Stormbird circled lower now, its engines whimpering ominously.There, she glimpsed the pilot's face—a boy, not a day over sixteen, his twisted grin revealing malicious delight as he released a second bomb.
Ellie ran, the earth trembling beneath her feet.The shockwave of the explosion threw her into aglass crater.As she struggled to her feet, her reflection stared back, revealing a ghastly visage—skin peeling away in strips, one eye sealed shut, the other gleaming with burning fury.
The Stormbird turned sharply, its markings clear: FL-349—TRONDHEIM.Apredatory smile crept over her cracked lips. "Got you," she whispered, igniting the fire of vengeance in her heart.
The Rat King of London.
December 24, 1944 – London Underground.
MajorArthur Pembroke moved silently through the freezing depths of the London Underground, his knife glinting in the sparse light as he cut through a Nazi sentry's throat. Blood sprayed in a crimson arc, slicking the ground beneath their feet. "Clear," he hissed, signaling to his team.
An assemblage of eight SAS commandos, two French Resistance fighters, andAnya—a brilliant Polish cryptographer skilled with explosives—fanned out within the cold, echoing tunnels as they made their way to theTrondheim Stormbird refueling depot.
"Charges set,"Anya said quietly, eyes narrowing with focus. "Ten minutes."
But their mission was quickly interrupted by a chilling scream, pulling them toward a horrific sight: a British POWnailed to the landing gear of a Stormbird, chest carved with the symbol of the Black Sun, the emblem of their oppressors.
"Don't… you mustn't!" the poor man gargled, desperation leaking from his voice. "It's a trap—"
Before he could utter more, klaxons blared like a wailing banshee, the sound cutting through the air with horrible intent. SS stormtroopers poured from hidden doors,Vampir night-vision goggles glowing ominously in the dark.
"Ambush!" Pembroke yelled, adrenaline flooding his veins as he raised his Sten gun.
Anya lunged for the detonator just as a bullet tore through her lung. Pain flared, piercing her determination, but she screamed, "Do it!" throwing the trigger toward Pembroke.
He pressed the trigger, heart pounding in his ears as he braced for the impending explosion that would signify their defiance. Nothing happened.
Athick silence fell over the group for a heartbeat before a single, sharp shot rang out, echoing ominously through the tunnel.
The lead Stormbird's canopy slid open, and through the oppressive darkness stepped Himmler himself, a ghostly figure resembling a specter risen from the bowels of hell. His pale face twisted into a malevolent grin. "Thank you for providing me with test subjects," he said, his words dripping with mockery.The atmosphere thickened with dread, blood and sweat mingling like a heady perfume around them.
"Dummkopf!" Kammler, Himmler's right-hand man, shouted as he emerged from the shadows, his eyes wild with an edge of madness. "You think you can stop us? Nazi Germany will rise again, and we will rule!"
"This is not the end," another soldier shouted tragically, panic rising.The Nazi ranks were faltering, their resolve crumbling in the face of defeat.
"Fall back!" Pembroke barked, adrenaline pumping. "We'll regroup and—"
But the order never reached his men; a horde of mutated figures, grotesquely stitched together by the horrors of Nazi experimentation, emerged from the darkness, their gnarled hands reaching hungrily for flesh.
"Set the explosives!" Pembroke yelled, desperation fueling every word.
Anya pushed herself up despite the agony, struggling to pull the pin from her remaining grenade. She snarled, foreboding strength igniting her spirit. "For Paris!" she roared, flinging it into their ranks as a magnificent explosion erupted, a blinding flash engulfing the creatures in an inferno.
But it wasn't enough.
The Smoldering Ruins.
In the aftermath, Pembroke and the remaining commandos emerged battered from the destruction, the world around them a smoldering shell of chaos. "We're outnumbered.We need to leave now!" he growled, urgency biting at his insides as they stumbled toward the exit.
But before they could escape, the ground shuddered beneath their feet.The tunnel collapsed behind them, blocking their only exit and sealing their fates in the dark depths of the London Underground. What remained of their sanity slowly slipped away as they retreated further into the abyss, the creeping horror nipping at their heels.
TheVril Portal-
December 31, 1944 – Neuschwabenland Command Center.
Himmler stood before the swirling vortex of theVril portal, ancient symbols illuminated in an eerie glow, carving the air with a chilling hum. He chanted in a forgotten tongue, invoking the dark powers of a time long past. "Ancient ones, grant us dominion over the world," he implored, the words spilling from his lips like a haunting mantra.The air felt charged, crackling with energy as a blue flame shot from the heart of the portal, illuminating his face with an otherworldly glow.
"Now," he commanded, a twisted sense of superiority imbued in his every word. Power surged through him, intoxicating and dark.
But behind him, the booming sound of heavy boots echoed, interrupting his dark ritual. Ellie Parker burst into the chamber, her body wracked with grotesque mutations, black veins crisscrossing her skin like struck lightning. "It ends here, Himmler," she spat, claws glinting under the flickering light.
In a flash of rage, Himmler turned, his shock giving way to a predatory grin as he realized who stood before him. "Ah, the girl with the scars," he taunted. "You've come to join your aunt in death?"
Fury ignited in Ellie at the mention of Marie's name. "You will pay for what you did!" she yelled, launching herself at Himmler, claws slashing through the air.
Himmler sidestepped like a serpent, narrowly dodging her attack.With a ferocity that matched her own, he punched a fist into her side, sending her staggering back against the altar. "You should have stayed hidden!"
Ellie pressed a hand to her throat, gasping for breath as darkness flickered at the edges of her vision. But she couldn't give in. She pulled herself upright, drawing strength from the darkness within, summoning the remnants of humanity that fought desperately against the monstrosity she'dbecome.
With renewed tenacity, she lunged again—not for Himmler but for the portal's heart. "I'll take you with me!" she screamed, diving toward the swirling mass of energies and ancient horrors.
Himmler's eyes widened in horror as he quickly raised a hand to summon the energy to stop her,
but his powers no longer felt tethered to him.The portal pulsed erratically, a living entity of chaos, yearning for a host.
"No!" he shrieked as Ellie's claws sank into the portal's edges, her essence melding with the arcane powers that swirled within.As she pushed her way in, the vortex throbbed violently, rippling with a deep, unnatural hunger. Light erupted from her body, casting twisted shadows across the chamber.
Himmler stumbled back, fury transforming into frantic desperation.The energy from the portal was feeding on Ellie's rage, amplifying it as she cross-wired her pain and fury into the swirling maw of darkness. "You're nothing!" he spat, raising a trembling hand. "I shall consume you!"
But Ellie, emboldened by the spirits that roamed through her veins, threw her head back and screamed, a battle cry that harmonized with the portal. "This is for the lost!" Her scream mixed with the rumbling chaos around them, the dark energies weaving themselves into her being.
As she fully entered the King of Shadows, the portal surged forth, an insatiable hunger swallowing Himmler whole. He let out a final, haunting scream as the dark energy engulfed him, his form twisted and contorted, losing all semblance of humanity.The portal exploded, a cataclysmic burst that shattered the air, scattering debris throughout the command center as it convulsed.
The Reckoning.
December 31, 1944 – The Ruins of Germania Prime.
Adeafening silence followed as the glow from the portal splintered across the dying landscape of Germania Prime. In its wake lay remnants of darkness and shadow, twisted bodies strewn amid ruinous structures.The ghosts of the fallen cried out, their spectral forms illuminated by the fading light, mingling with the horrors Ellie had freed.
As the dust settled, Ellie staggered back into the world, her body reeling from the tremendous power she had drawn from the portal.There she stood amidst the rubble, the remnants of her humanity fluttering like dainty moths in a tempest.
Above her, SS patrols floundered, collecting themselves in an attempt to gauge the new reality. Unseen, an army swelled from the depths—the tortured forms of those twisted by dark experiments rallied behind her.They were the remnants of a dark time, now reborn in fury.
Ellie raised her head, now a figure of defiance adorned in scars that told stories of survival. "This ends here!" she roared, her voice igniting the army of the damned.
Under her command, they charged like a phantasmagoric wave of chaos—unleashed upon the SS. Screams of horror pierced the air as Ellie's mutated army unleashed vengeance upon the Nazis, clawing and tearing through rank after rank.
The Ghost Ship's Gambit.
December 31, 1944 –Atlantic Trench.
Meanwhile, aboard the USS Eldridge, Captain SarahVoss felt the chill of ancient power brewing beneath the surface of the ocean.The ship thrummed with anticipation as they arrived at Neuschwabenland, ghosts of the past dancing around her crew—each soul linked by the shared horrors they had endured.
"TheAntarctic gate is open," her first mate rasped, his gnarled hands trembling with residual energy. "Himmler's delusions have summoned something beyond our world."
Help wasn't simply needed; it was a call to arms. CaptainVoss, knowing what was at stake, ordered the phasing protocols engaged. "We're going in," she commanded, determination surging in her veins. "Full spectral charge!"
The Eldridge surged through the veil between worlds, phasing into the icy depths ofAntarctica where the dark events of the past still writhed.The crew stood steadfast, guardians against the encroaching shadows of the abyss.
"Raise theTesla coils!"Voss shouted, the ship erupting into a blue inferno as ancient runes carved into the vessel pulsed with lethal energy.
From above, she could hear them—the wails of the forsaken, the souls roused from their slumber in a desperate cry for justice. "Prepare for engagement!" she yelled.
Midnight.
On the surface, the storm converged, swirling skies of endless darkness casting a harrowing shadow across the land.The Black Sun flags ignited into flames, appearing and dissolving into the wind, a herald of the chaos to come.Voss stood firm at the helm, knowing that her past and the future of humanity were intertwined in this conflagration.
"At midnight, the world will change," she murmured, glancing back at her crew, spirits still reaching out in pain and anger.
"Captain!" a crew member shouted, pointing to the horizon where Ellie's army surged into
the fray, a relentless wave of vengeance sweeping across the frozen tundra.
Voss recognized the figure at the forefront—Ellie Parker—her form radiating an ethereal light that contrasted sharply with the darkness of the encroaching storm.As the battle raged below, the Eldridge surged closer, the ship's phasing technology allowing it to glide through the chaos unseen. Voss's breath caught in her throat as she realized Ellie had become something more, her humanity entwined with the very forces they were fighting against.
The Final Stand.
Neuschwabenland Station,Antarctica.
The battlefield was a hellscape of twisted metal and shattered bodies, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and the cacophony of rage. Ellie led her spectral army against the remnants of theNazi regime, each claw and scream of defiance echoing with long-hidden power.The mutated soldiers surged, driven not by the screams of pain but by the thirst for retribution against the monsters who had turned them into abominations.
Himmler, although scattered across the battlefield as mere wisps of dark energy, still sought to regain control. His voice, disembodied and primal, drifted across the chaos. "I am eternal!You cannot kill what was never alive!"
Ellie screamed back, a howl of unbridled fury. "But you can be destroyed!" She launched herself into the fray, claws glistening with dark energy as they cut through rank after rank of SS soldiers. The ancient rituals that had once given Himmler power crumbled before her very presence, his minions faltering in fear of their master's legacy, now twisted against him.
The Showdown.
The moment came when Ellie crashed into Himmler's essence, a ferocious clash of wills.The air around them crackled, dark energy surging and pushing against her fragile humanity. "You will become part of my army!" His voice was ice, a promise mixed with threats.
"For my family!" she roared, channeling every ounce of grief and rage into one final, desperate push.The air thrummed around her as she felt the power of the portal wash over her, merging with her pain and fury, a conflux of creation and destruction.
"Fool!" Himmler shouted, his form shifting and warping as he gathered energy to pull her into his dark embrace. "You think your power rivals mine?"
In that moment, the heavens above cracked open, and from the maw of the Eldridge descended a torrent of light—Voss and her crew unleashed their fury in deadly arcs of energy, tearing through the ranks of the SS, the hum of theTesla coils charging their every shot.
"Together!"Voss yelled, her voice a rallying cry as she joined the charge. Ellie andVoss locked eyes—two warriors linked by fate—and in that heartbeat, a new surge of energy coursed through them.They became a singular force, intertwining their essences.
The Rising Sun.
With a roar, Ellie launched herself at Himmler, a comet of blinding light arcing toward the darkness that threatened to consume them all.The very atmosphere vibrated, rupturing with raw energy. "Iam the dawn breaking upon your nightmares!" she declared.
Himmler's eyes widened in horror as she struck, unleashing the full might of the portal's energy. Light exploded outward, swallowing his dark essence whole.The remnants of the SS, not only fighting Ellie but now against the very energies that had corrupted them, began to dissolve under the radiant assault.
As the energy enveloped Himmler, he let out a final, piercing scream, a sound that echoed across the battlefield, freezing time itself.Then, he disintegrated into nothingness, leaving behind nothing but the echo of his twisted laughter fading into silence.
TheAftermath.
The storm cleared, the dark clouds lifting as light flooded the ruins of Neuschwabenland.An eerie stillness fell upon the battlefield, only the haunting cries of the fallen haunting the frozen air. Ellie collapsed to her knees, breathless and shattered, the weight of everything pressing down upon her.
Around her, the forms of her spectral army began to fade, their faces showing peace as they grinned at her through the shifting waves of energy.They had been freed.
Voss stepped forward, her own eyes glistening with tears. "You did it," she said softly, kneeling beside Ellie. "You ended him."
"I didn't just end him," Ellie panted, her voice trembling. "I lost everything to stop him."
But as her words hung in the air, the sky split open again—a familiar glow appearing on the horizon, revealing the ghostly shapes of those who had suffered at the hands of Himmler's nightmares.They surrounded Ellie, their faces radiant with gratitude, an ethereal chorus of voices intertwining like a heartbeat.
"You are one of us now," a voice murmured, resonating deep within. "You carry our legacy."
ANew Dawn.
Standing amidst the ruins, Ellie watched as the spectral forms coalesced into a portal—a gateway shimmering with the promise of peace.
"Your fight is not over,"Voss said, her voice steady. "People will soon learn what happened here. We must rebuild, but we must remember."
With a heavy heart, Ellie rose, brushing spectral tears from her cheeks. "Then let's prepare for the dawn," she whispered.Together,Voss and Ellie stepped forward into the light of the portal, knowing that the battle was just beginning.
As they transitioned through the ethereal gateway, they emerged surrounded by warmth and hope. Behind them, the vision of the fallen soared into the future, their legacy living on in the hearts of those who had survived.
The fateful day of reckoning had passed, but the tales of those who fought against the darkness would echo through the ages.Together, they were not just remnants of a nightmare; they were heralds of a new order—a world where shadows would never again be allowed to thrive.
Continue in Book 2.