Beerus The Destroyer Novels & Stories

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

The first thing Monday morning, Christopher marched into his commander's office. "Sir…I need to talk to you about something pretty important." Bruce Koepke sighed. He liked Beast. He didn't want to lose him, but he already knew what he wanted to ask. "Beast, you're a heluva Marine. You know that or you wouldn't be on an elite force. I don't want to lose you, son." Christopher could barely meet his commander's eyes. Finally he relaxed his formal posture and looked steadily at the older man who was more than his commander, but who was also his friend.

After all, his strength at that moment had only recovered to eighty percent. If Demetra was to come back to challenge him again or if Greensource Corp sent other assassins to attack one after another, Wilbur would probably find it difficult to cope. After all, the opponents were all peak Sanctuary level experts, and they also had the power of the destroyer, which brought their strength close to the Emperor level. The most formidable characteristic of the power of the destroyer was that it destroyed everything. Wilbur feared that he would not be able to thoroughly investigate the secrets of Greensource Corp if he did not figure out a way to deal with it.

Every monitor across the dashboard instantly flashed a blinding crimson warning. An emergency siren echoed sharply through the cabin. My eyes snapped toward the central console immediately. Every muscle inside my body tightened. Because there was only one emergency capable of overriding every system inside my security network. Katlyn. The screen continued flashing aggressively. PERSONAL TRACKING BEACON LOST. SIGNAL TERMINATED. PHONE CONNECTION FAILED. My wolf erupted. A deafening roar exploded through my mind with such terrifying force that the entire vehicle vibrated violently beneath it. The windows rattled and the dashboard trembled.

"We should use the auxiliary extraction unit and drive the system at maximum power." "At least... at least we might get the killer's identity!" That final argument made Daniel hesitate. His obsession with the truth overcame the last remnants of trust and love he still held for me. He stood there in silence for a long time. Then, at last, he retrieved the specialized extraction helmet designed for the Memory Extraction System. Inside the helmet was a specially engineered steel spike nearly five inches long. It was designed to bore directly through the skull and force a memory extraction at twice the normal power.

"Get out, get out, get “out” She left. I locked the door behind her, and then I stood in the middle of my office, my office, my company, my life, built carefully on the foundation of a grief that apparently nobody had actually needed to grieve and I let myself, for exactly ninety seconds, fall apart completely.

I lay on the stone bed, contemplating the tribal war that would follow the harsh winter. In my previous life, it was during this time that Soren and the others died protecting Lydia in this conflict. It was also when I commanded Marcus, Damian, and Kieran to rescue the beastkin of the Clearspring tribe and incorporate them into our tribe. The rescued beastmen became utterly devoted to their saviors. In my previous life, the Wildplains tribe expanded rapidly, and the beastmen became increasingly loyal to their leaders. This time, something dark flashed through my eyes. Marcus, Damian, and Kieran would likely face tremendous difficulty trying to subdue the beastmen of the Clearspring tribe aga

A handful of liquid circuits also shorted out and burned up. The destroyer’s crew panicked as they attempted to restore and repair the damaged modules around them. Outside, half of the destroyer’s portside weapons slumped as they lost all power and control. Then the entire thing began to list downward, as some of its bottom thrusters sputtered out. Many of its crew went into absolute panic as they ran down the passageways to the escape pods. But before the Einherjar cruiser could celebrate their win, their still-weak port side belt armor was struck by numerous disintegration beams. A battleship swung into position above the falling destroyer, and fired back in retaliation.

Beast surged forward, its hull glowing with a faint, blue-white light as it pierced the fabric of space-time. The ship's passage through the distance was smooth and silent, leaving behind a trail of a distorted blue haze. The viewscreen flared to life at my command: "On screen!" as it locked onto their leader. With a burst of light, Beast dropped out of warp drive directly in front of the reptilian, its sleek hull gleaming with a fierce, battle-ready intensity. "Locking on..." Sam announced, his fingers dancing across the control panel with swift, confident strokes. A low, ominous hum filled the air as Dad and Sam charged up Beast's weapons systems, ready to unleash its fury.