Annihilation: A Novels & Stories

The chapel was silent except for breathing and heartbeats and the weight of understanding what he had just asked. "He wants you to erase yourself," Rebecca said quietly. "Your father designed weapon that requires complete dissolution. That requires someone to accept not just death but retroactive non-existence. To become person who never lived so the entity can be something that never existed." "Not me," I said. "David. The anchor. The stable quantum consciousness the entity needs. He volunteers for dissolution. He accepts erasure. He becomes weapon." "And if he refuses?" Antonio asked. "If a dying ten-year-old boy decides he wants to exist rather than be erased from reality?"

Complete annihilation, as if he'd never been born. For a man who'd built his identity on legacy, it was the ultimate price. "Acceptable," Charon whispered, and slammed the weapon into the Harbinger's hide. Light exploded. Not golden, like Jack's Alpha power. Not silver, like Olivia's psychic energy. This was something older—the light that existed before darkness had a name. The Harbinger screamed. An impossible sound, ripping across dimensional barriers, hundred miles in every direction. And in its obsidian shell, for exactly 3.7 seconds, a crack appeared.

A wave of gray, sterile stillness erupted from the young Alpha’s corpse, a rapidly expanding circle of absolute zero that began to consume the dais, turning the ornate wood and rich fabrics into inert, colorless dust. Renejay stood within the expanding circle, a smile of mad, final victory on her face as the nothingness consumed her, turning her to dust alongside her son. The circle of annihilation kept growing, now rolling down the steps of the dais, heading directly for the crowd. It was a death sentence for hundreds, a final, spiteful act of genocide. Kairi moved.

He was coming for all of us. The mathematics of the beast was simple: one plus one equals annihilation. And my number — and Lena’s — had just been called.

I looked up after sending the message. The comments in the air were blurring, like static on a television with a bad signal. "What's happening? I can't see…" "The story fell apart, so we're being forcefully removed!" "No! I haven't finished reading yet—" The last comment disappeared before it finished scrolling across my vision. All the lights in the room were switched on. I had no choice but to squint against the blinding glare. The music on the huge screen stopped and returned to the karaoke's usual interface.

Annabella announced as she entered only to meet Cindy,her childhood friend sitting in front of the TV looking so serious "What's going on? Why so serious?" Annabella asked and sat down and tried watching but she couldn't understand a thing "What's that?" She asked "What do you mean? Don't tell me you don't know,WEB ZONE is launching their latest gadget tomorrow..S9!!!" Cindy screamed so loud that Annabella had to close her ear "Wow" she muttered,now getting what the news is about "I can't believe this,I've not even used S1 and now S9?" Cindy faked a tear

I want them back. I can hear the drumming on the bedroom door, like the beating of what is left of my heart. Give them back to me. I know they are never coming back. I start screaming and smash all the vases in the room against the walls. I must destroy everything. I have to put an end to the illusion Elio lives in and wants me to live in. I grab my books, slippers, clothes, and makeup and throw them into the big bathtub in our bathroom. I hold a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour it over the pile of my old life.

​The retreat from the Abyssal Anchor had been a narrow escape from a static past, but the future rushing toward them was a tidal wave of absolute zero. The Grand Chorus of the Siphons didn't arrive with ships; they arrived as a Cessation. Across a thousand light-years of the Andromeda sector, the stars began to "Wink Out" in a rhythmic, mathematical sequence. It wasn't an eclipse—it was the Siphons systematically de-rezzing the light of the universe to prepare a silent stage for their final command.

Hades' eyes seemed to understand and he closed his eyes in concentration. “No... we’re cut off.” He sighed. “The Universal Annihilation dance.” Quinn whipped his head around at the sound of annihilation. He saw Míriel and the others were already looking at him with questions in their eyes. Universal Annihilation dance.”, he repeated. He glanced at Hades and sighed, looking back at Shiva, who was still in his position. “He completes the dance, and the entire universe just...” He snapped his fingers, signifying the total annihilation of the universe. “But we’re not in the universe, so only this dimension would be gone, and we would be gone with it. It might even defeat that monster.” Quinn loc

It looked as if a colossal, invisible eraser was casually dragging itself across a painting. Hovering above the atmosphere were the vanguard of the True Admins. They were not ships. They were colossal, perfectly smooth, featureless white obelisks, completely devoid of windows, engines, or weapons. They simply drifted, projecting a silent, invisible wave of "Null-Code" that reduced whatever it touched into absolute nothingness. "They're formatting the grid," Scarlett whispered, a cold chill running down her spine. This wasn't combat; this was an uninstallation. Caleb didn't look at the obelisks. His acute Lycan vision zoomed in on the Blackwood Wastes.