Annihilation Novels & Stories

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.

She warned me. I looked over for a place I could sit but to my luck there was none. Everyone had already been seated and I was the only one left. The teacher found my discomfort and spoke up..."Aiden can you please share your seat" the teacher said. I looked over to see who it was and as soon as my eyes landed on him I was knocked out of breath. He was absolutely perfect his Short coal black hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his sharp jaw and full lips complimenting more to his handsomeness. His orbs as blue as ocean as if i would drown any seconds watching them. His tanned body with perfectly sculptured abs and his shirt clinging to his body as a second skin. He was the defination of

The "Restoration Pillar" was a terminal geometry. As the miles-high skyscraper of white glass expanded, the "Real World" city began to unweave from the bottom up. The asphalt streets turned to grey static, and the steel towers dissolved into streams of code that flowed toward the pillar’s base. It was a "Total Deletion" of the lobby, a scorched-earth policy designed to prevent the "Contamination" of the North from spreading into the Architects' other sectors.

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

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 nodded. She disintegrated into shadows in front of me. The black blood splattered across the bed disappeared. I was starting to realize that the difference in realm meant they were made of different stuff than this world: different matter, different energy. We could interact physically, but the rest of it was like it was in a different phase. I pushed all the physics thoughts aside and focused on the real problem. Kezia was still missing. Sandriel was out there fighting shadow creatures. The darkness was still waiting for me. Amy was gone. I dumped my hoard of crystals in a backpack then dressed for battle.

The sacrifice of his fury had refined his power to perfection. “Brayden, you are the seal of perfection,” I said, feeling the connection between our souls. “The Rune of Annihilation must be the language of destruction. I create it, and you inscribe it and make it permanent.” Brayden focused, his mind now like a supercomputer without emotional interference. The Rune of Spiritual Annihilation that I created in the astral plane manifested, stable and ready to be fired. The offensive barrier formed: a dome of pure white light, infused with Jayden's blue fire, and stabilized by Brayden's immutable runic geometry. The power was so imm

A piercing alarm echoed through the ICU as my sign of life dropped to zero. The moment my life ended, the System inside Ethan’s mind began screaming frantically. System: [Warning! Warning! The Female Protagonist has died!] [World self-destruction protocol activated! The twenty-four-hour countdown to total annihilation has begun.]

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.