Annihilation Novels & Stories

The Ghost Immortal said, "Now that visions are frequently born everywhere, and there are soul-devouring demonic flowers constantly causing havoc, and the Bitter Realm side is starting to get uneasy, the second stage of the Annihilation Era has gradually arrived, and the Purple Mansion is afraid that it will have to face an unprecedented cataclysmic catastrophe." Xiao Dust listened to the brow more and more locked deeper and deeper, annihilation era, exactly what is the annihilation era? Is it that absurd heavenly saying, or is it man-made? Ghost immortal referred to the vision, is afraid to refer

a dagger running across his throat shut him up immediately as he fell to his knees. Trix’s world became silent, her heartbeat the only thing that she could hear. A ticking time bomb it was, one that had beat just as loud somewhere else. This was déjà vu, something similar had happened. This reminder shifted something in her a shift that started with her next words. “Well good riddance, he would have ruined the whole party,” she said glancing away from the dead corpse and towards the princess. “I know right,” she said on her infinite amount of glasses.

—and just as she was about to continue, the light appeared. It was not the green light of the Realm. It was not the white light of the hospital. It was something else, something that had no color because it contained all colors, something that was not bright because brightness was too small a word for what it was. It was the light of annihilation. The light of absolute revelation. The light that burned not the eyes but the self, the identity, the carefully constructed architecture of who Eliana thought she was and what she thought she knew.

"The core corruption isn't a malfunction. It is the natural culmination of a cycle. Humanity has bled this planet dry. The Null Protocol is the only logical cure." "A cure that buries two continents under an ash sea isn't logic, Kaelen. It's genocide," Anna replied. Her voice was cool, steady, and entirely devoid of fear as she stepped forward. She did not stop at the edge of the lift platform; she walked deliberately into the open, her gloved fingers flickering into life as her golden cipher arrays flared around her forearms like bands of spun sunlight.

The absence and the presence collided at the atomic level. The construct screamed. Not with sound. With un-sound. A shriek of negation that shattered every remaining window in the demolished Manor and sent Marcus stumbling backward. Then the construct imploded. Collapsed into a point of infinite absence so small it ceased to interact with reality entirely, winking out of existence like a candle snuffed by a hurricane. Jack turned to the last construct. It had stopped charging. Its void-shaped head tilted, regarding the compass in Jack's hand with something that transcended fear.

To strip them of their mates, to sever bonds that were meant to last for a lifetime, hence killing their wolves. Permanently. My breath hitched. This wasn’t just an attack on a single pack. It was an attack on all of us. Every wolf. Every mate. Every connection that made our kind stronger. If she succeeded… It would be irreversible. Annihilation wouldn’t come in the form of war. It would come in the form of emptiness. Wolves driven mad by the loss of their mates. Packs crumbling. Chaos spreading like wildfire. And worst of all? No one would even see it coming.

The assassins, caught in a paralyzing moment of disbelief, scrambled to react, but their efforts were futile. The detonation itself was not a sudden, violent eruption, but a gradual crescendo of destruction. The first sign was a blinding flash, illuminating the base in a searing, white light. The shockwave rippled through the corridors, shattering reinforced walls and dislodging ceiling panels. The concussive force reverberated through the complex, causing the very ground to tremble. The cacophony of collapsing infrastructure and the anguished cries of those caught in the maelstrom mingled in a haunting chorus of devastation.

“But his mother was.” My breath goes shallow. Lucien reads over my shoulder, silent. Rowan stands across the chamber, still as a drawn bow. “What kind of collapse?” I ask quietly. Lucien answers. “Secondary resonance dampening. Proximity bleed.” I close my eyes. The Axis hums—not alarmed, not panicked. Heavy. Like it knows this moment matters. “So this is it,” Rowan says hoarsely. “This is the failure they were waiting for.” “Yes,” I say.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE