85 Novel(s) Related To Paragon Of Destruction

Asher “The perfect beings?”I repeated, brows furrowing. “The Paragon.” “It sounds fucking crazy,” Thayer said, pacing around the prison and running his hands through his hair. He stared at the ground, his wolfish eyes turning a piercing red demon color. “Because it is. How can a species be perfect? Not even gods can reach perfection.” “I’ve read about the Paragon briefly,”Lucas said. “Isn’t it a book in the library? From what I remember, the Paragonian people are a combination of species, almost like you. Multiple species in one.”

No - this was the Pheonix, the creature of fire and destruction, the legend that was spoken about around soldier's campfires before battle. Ambrose couldn't decide whether it made him love her even more, or if it made him fear her. Either way, he had been blessed to have found her, to have been given such a selfless and courageous mate - she was his equal in every way, and superior countless others. Igritann could not have asked for a better Queen. Rallying his own strength, the Lord of mountains sent his own destruction upon Vince's men. Throwing punches of stone and rock on the ranks of dark soldiers. Crushing grown males with rocks the same weight as the earth, and cleaving open the ground which swallowed the soldiers whole.

Mariana was already bleeding from her head and her clothes had gotten stained from her blood. Lucius immediately felt something deep within him awaken due to the fear he felt of losing Mariana. It rumbled from the depths of his soul. It had been dormant before and it had awakened. It came with so much energy and power. A very loud roar that echoed within the woods. The roar carried the power and authority that had busted from within him. The trees around them seemed to bow to his roar and the wolf cowered under its magnificence.

However, what she didn't know was that her sins were now too much. I looked at my pack and looked at all the damage a group of people had done. Properties were burning and half of them were razed to the ground already. Lives were at stake, because another half of my guards were ransacking the houses to be sure that people weren't inside. The rogues had basically razed everything to the ground without caring about what others thought or whether people would still be alive afterwards.

The Talisman of Destruction could destroy an immortal, but it couldn't destroy a devil. At this moment, Chu Xun didn't care whether he was an immortal or a devil at all. The Talisman of Destruction had been destroyed. Wang He was dumbstruck, and he began to shiver uncontrollably. Boom!

Just then, the God of Destruction said, "Let me do it. These two little buggers can go to hell." As he spoke, the God of Destruction reached out with his right hand. He spread his fingers out before retracting them tightly into a fist. A series of thin black lines appeared in the air at once, spreading out rapidly in all directions. All the buildings the lines touched were sliced in half, even gigantic rocks. "Have a taste of my Destruction Rays." The Destruction Rays were spreading over quickly. Just as they were about to reach Wilbur and Augheimer, the two men channeled a Flame Dragon defensive barrier and a Golden Dragon defensive barrier.

asked Professor Alex to confirm. "Yes, I remember Prof. What's with that theory?" asked Captain Arnold. “Besides the theory I explained yesterday, there is another paradoxical theory. That theory is the Predestination Paradox,” replied Professor Alex with a tense expression on his face. “Paradox Predestination? What does it mean?" asked Captain Arnold, unfamiliar with the term. “The Predestination Paradox is a state where whatever we did in the past. In this case Eren and his two friends. It won't affect the current state of things," said Professor Alex with a sigh.

His massive cock, still hard and leaking from the moon’s effects ground against my hip. “I’ve held back long enough,” he snarled, fangs grazing my neck. “Tonight, you’re mine. I’m taking you to my penthouse, and I’m going to fuck you raw until you understand exactly who you belong to.” Oh my God, I remembered again ,Kael’s final betrayal. The cold marble. The silver daggers. My blood. My child’s death. The memory burned through the haze, but it wasn’t enough to stop the fire consuming my body. I shoved at his chest even as my hips rolled involuntarily against his thigh. “This changes nothing. I still hate you. I still want to destroy everything you are.”

Not just angry, they were filled with something darker. Resentment. Disgust. Hatred so deep it looked carved into him. “ You're still breathing,” he said quietly, almost in disbelief. His thumb pressed harder into her throat, cutting off more air. Zaria gasped harder for breath. Her body shook, her vision blurred. “ I gave an order.” Panic clawed through her chest as she kept struggling for breath, nails digging uselessly into his skin. “ I told you,” he continued, voice dropping lower, more dangerous, “ that the next time I see you, I want to see you dead.”

“You weren’t in control of her. Paragon pushed you to the back of your mind.” I press the heels of my hands to my temples. “My murderous wolf is named after parachute string?” “Paragon, Ainsley, not paracord.” He enunciates her name. “Mom said she told the Luna to tell the world that Paragon has returned… then you passed out… err, she passed out.” “What the Hell is a paragon?” I ask, letting my hands drop. “An old flower or something?” He reaches his arm around me and pulls out his phone with his other hand. I lean against him while he searches for the word, trying to stall my existence until I figure out what to do about the fact that I almost killed two grown men today.

Hell, I hated the way he could make me feel trapped without ever raising his voice. I picked up the file. “Fine.” “Good.” I turned to leave. “Shane.” I stopped. His voice was different this time. Not softer. Just...strange. “Whatever you do,” he said, “do not trust anyone who comes looking for you.” I slowly turned around. “What does that mean?” He didn't answer. Instead, he looked toward the white rose sticking out from my bag. His face changed. Only for a second. But I saw it.

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I made my way out of the backwoods and became a partner at a top-tier law firm. During recruitment season, I sat in the head interviewer's chair. The young man sitting across from me was bright, handsome, and the star graduate of a top-tier law school. I flipped through his resume, scanning page after page. When I reached the family background section, my fingers froze. I stared at that name for a long time. Finally, I lifted my eyes, looked straight at him, and spoke without a trace of emotion, "You didn't make the cut."

No future with. She cried knowing her struggles meant nothing to him. He was determined to have his way with her and that was final and the painful piercing that followed in between the junction of her legs was something she could not comprehend and the scalding heat and painful pleasure that sprouted moments later,made her wonder if this was what she had denied herself all her years of living.

I watched him listen without interrupting, his hands very still in his lap, and when I finished, he was quiet for a long moment before he spoke. "That changes things," he said. "It changes the target," I said. "I've spent two years planning to destroy Julian and Camille. If Margaret knew more than either of them" "Then we adjust." He said it simply, as it cost him nothing, like recalibrating an entire revenge plot overnight was a Tuesday-morning inconvenience rather than the collapse of everything I thought I understood about my own life. "You're not doing this alone anymore, Lyra. That's the entire point of what we signed yesterday."

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

His dark navy eyes were in disturbance as Lucifer raised up his sword. “I am the God of Destruction,” Lucifer hissed. “And it is this day I end you.” Pushing the blade deep within Kronos’ chest, black tar covered the sword. Lucifer wasn’t satisfied and raised his sword again to plummet it into his head. The crack of bone had Parisa whine from afar, Hades holding his mate tightly.

he scoffed, "you underestimate our power. We are the embodiment of destruction, the harbingers of the end. Your kind will be eradicated, and your legacy will be nothing more than a fading memory." With a wave of his hand, the Supreme Werewolf God Destroyer summoned dark energy, its tendrils wrapping around the alphenos, causing them to cry out in pain. "You will witness the destruction of your kind," he growled, "and you will know that you have brought this upon yourselves."

"Three years ago, Emma Chen gave me something I didn't deserve. A chance to be part of something good. A chance to help build instead of destroy. A chance to prove I'm not my father." He paused. His hands were shaking a little. "My father spent forty years destroying designers. Stealing their work. Bankrupting them. Crushing their dreams. He was a monster. And he raised me to become a monster too. That was supposed to be my legacy. Gregory Shaw's son carrying on his evil empire."

"Valentina Cruz. You look like your mother. She was beautiful too but stubborn. It got her killed." Rage flared hot in Catalina's chest. "Don't you dare…." "Save your anger," Esteban said mildly. "You'll need it." He stepped forward, and the hooded figures moved with him like shadows. "You've caused quite a mess tonight. Destroyed a sacred chamber, broke one of the Church's bindings and killed a Keeper." "Good," Catalina spat. "I'll kill more if I have to." Esteban laughed. It was soft, almost amused. "Spirited. I see why my son is so taken with you. But spirit won't save you now."

HADEON'S POV: I stare into the night sky. The twinkling stars are void of all beauty to me. Everything is plain and bare. Beauty and goodness will always be tainted by something evil. Beauty is stripped by sickness. Life is no more by death. All good things must come to an end, then evil shall triumph and I shall be the cause. I shall rule and all will bow before me. I must be patient however, my plan will succeed. For no one can defeat me.