Annihilation Novels & Stories

Jay whispered. Yorick still didn’t reply to him. He found it difficult to believe that Ron was killed, that too by Sia, someone who claimed to love him. Jay gripped Yorick’s shoulder and shrieked, “Why are you quiet, Yorick. Say something else I will go crazy!” “Sia used annihilator to kill him. An annihilator is very powerful, Jay. The laser rays emitted by it are so strong that it turns a human body to dust.” Yorick said in a mechanical voice.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

The kill code was buried twelve layers deep in the behavioral override tree. It wasn’t labeled “kill,” of course. It was called Null Protocol–Omega, a sanitized name meant to pass through ethical audits and diagnostic loops without tripping alarms. But it wasn’t a shutdown. It wasn’t sleep mode. It was erasure—full neural cascade collapse, designed to collapse the memory grid in 14 seconds flat. Crane entered the authorization key at 03:06 a.m., local server time.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Shredding the distance between me and the targets, not by traversing it but by denying that the distance had ever existed. No fire. No debris. No transition, no process, no physics that the Academy's textbooks could accommodate. One moment the dummies were there - solid, present, real in the way that training equipment was supposed to be real. The next, they were nonexistence. Vaporized into fine, glittering ash that hung in the air like suspended breath, that tasted of ozone and moonlight and the mineral tang of something that had been unmade rather than destroyed, returned to potential rather than reduced to rubble.

together while I tore holes in its fabric. "If the system breaks, he dies," Silas whispered, leaning in close. "And the world goes into 'Total Liquidation.' No more Sector Nine. No more Mia. Just... Zero." Silas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black vial. It wasn't filled with data or medicine. It was filled with a swirling, silver smoke—the Antithesis.

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When the doctor was done, she sighs and shook her head. Mark looked at the doctor impatiently asked "Any worries?" "Actually, it shows from my results that she is a patient of bipolar disorder and this has made it more critical as she has gone into a severe trauma. Hence, will be silently inactive for a long time." The doctor said "What do you mean silently inactive?" Mark asked "It means she would be quiet for a long time, won't respond to anyone or talk to anyone. And this will go until she recovers from her trauma" the doctor said

She wasn't watching a tragedy; she was watching her competition being deleted from the registry. Valerius clicked the watch. There was no explosion. No roar of fire. There was only a sudden, sickening thud, like a heavy vault door closing in a vacuum. The Null-Canon fired—a beam of non-existence the color of a dead television screen. It was a static-filled grey that didn't reflect light; it swallowed it. THIRTY-FIVE SECONDS.