Beerus The Destroyer Novels & Stories

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.

Beatrice, was certainly not on top of his list at the moment. "Not helping,” Broderick said to Beatrice, who just stared down at him. She didn't want to listen to anyone that wasn't Aztec Marshall, but then it wasn't like the alpha himself wanted to see her anyway. He had dumped her that Friday night, but Beatrice, was too tck to get the hint. Of course, she knew she couldn't disrespect the driver, because he was one of Aztec's most trusted and loyal advisors, not to mention, he could easily fall into the friend or family category for the young Marshall alpha anyway.

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.

Everything is pointless now. I didn't know where else to go. I just kept walking aimlessly until my feet took me to my car. The night is still young; I might as well get drunk as fuck. I didn't care if I was wet or not. I bought a case of beer and drove to the nearest beach expecting to find peace for now. I don't want to deal with the pain and anger tonight but even with the peaceful breeze of the night and the loud natural crashing of the waves can't even help me mask the pain. This beer can't even get me drunk enough to forget all of the emotions that are crashing me to the core.

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

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.