Coruscant Destroyed Novels & Stories

It simply expanded its localized gravitational shadow over the nearest Sunburst Dreadnought. The gleaming, heavily armored flying fortress didn't explode. It glitched. The pristine white durasteel rippled, pixelated, and then silently dissolved into black ash, scattering into the stratosphere. Thousands of automated drones, Paladins, and Shock-Troopers were unwritten in a microsecond. A collective gasp echoed through the Citadel courtyard. The remaining Founder forces the hulking cybernetic Sun-Guards, the bleeding Paladins, and the Revers who had been trying to hack them to pieces all lowered their weapons, united by a sudden, paralyzing terror.

All of it dying in real time. Kane lunged toward the keyboard, scrambling to stop it, but it was too late. The main screen displayed a single, final message: LAZARUS PROTOCOL COMPLETE ALL DATA DESTROYED SYSTEM RESTART REQUIRED "You destroyed everything!" Kane grabbed me by the shirt, shaking me violently. "Everything!" "That's right," I said, meeting his furious gaze with cold satisfaction. "You wanted my empire? Here it is." I gestured at the failing servers around us, the red lights flashing like warning beacons, the smoke beginning to rise from overheated processors. "Ashes."

Her watery eyes met his, her lips trembling. "You came for me…" Antonio’s gaze softened, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Of course I did." From outside— A massive explosion rocked the compound. The Crimson Lotus Headquarters was collapsing. Marcus rushed in, panting. "Boss! We’ve wiped out his entire army. The Crimson Lotus is finished." Antonio didn’t take his eyes off Cassandra as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "Make sure it’s erased completely. I don’t want a single trace of them left." Marcus nodded.

My parents clung to each other and wept openly. And as my consciousness drifted above the scene, watching it all unfold, a sense of peace finally settled over me. At last, I could let go. My consciousness slowly began to sink into darkness. Then, a faint heartbeat suddenly echoed from the Judgment Platform. The body that should have been dead twitched ever so slightly. "Oh my God!" "Faith is still alive!" Medical personnel immediately rushed forward. Daniel spun around and sprinted toward the platform. By the time my memories had been forcibly extracted, my brain had already suffered catastrophic damage.

However, what she didn't know was that her sins were now too much. I looked at my pack and looked at all the damage a group of people had done. Properties were burning and half of them were razed to the ground already. Lives were at stake, because another half of my guards were ransacking the houses to be sure that people weren't inside. The rogues had basically razed everything to the ground without caring about what others thought or whether people would still be alive afterwards.

The vehicle was thrown completely airborne, soaring through the shattered exterior gates and crashing brutally onto the rocky, uneven terrain of the outer deadlands. The tires hit the dirt with a bone-shattering bounce, the steering wheel violently ripping to the left as I fought to maintain control. I slammed my boots onto the emergency brakes, drifting the massive, smoking vehicle into a wide, sweeping arc before it finally skidded to a halting stop in the pitch-black darkness of the wasteland. Silence crashed over the cabin, heavy and suffocating. Behind us, a massive mushroom cloud of black smoke and fire billowed into the midnight sky, lighting up the jagged horizons of the Scrapyards.

Every hoarding, projection, and screen were playing the same clip of a spacecraft crashing into a tall building. Creed flew, saw people cowering in dread. By the looks of it, he realized that authorities still haven’t reached the vicinity, hinting that it hadn’t been long since the crash. There were several rescue probes flying around the unusually tall building, but none of them dared to get any closer. Smoke and fire erupted from the building, turning the huge portion of the sky into gray. Creed gazed from a considerable distance and was confused. He couldn’t understand what was keeping them away. There were rescue pods floating in the sky, but they didn’t get closer. In a situation as gri

The metal glowed red and melted on the floor. “The vortex, Johan,” Dorin called. “Roger.” Replied Johan, setting the vortex on fire. The three-headed horse reared in the air and ran wild in the room, trampling some of the men in suits. The pillar of fire burned and ate its way through the ceiling, melting the dome like it was merely made of wax. The old Morel looked furious. He shouted a word and opened a portal that sucked the pillar of fire. “Johan,” Seb whispered, holding on to his arm and Dorin’s hand on the other. “Remember the white flame?”

Again. Always choice. Lucas looked directly into the global camera. “So I think I should get that chance too.” The vote exploded. Millions changed their decisions. YES: 52% NO: 48% Lucas smiled slightly. Then Mother Zero's protocol intervened. A new image appeared. Lucas destroying Earth. But this vision was different. Elena stared. Older Lucas held the Genesis Crown. Elena lay dead at his feet. Adrian beside her. Subject One destroyed. Earth burning.

He ripped his arms apart, physically tearing the massive central processing unit—a glowing, corrupt green sphere—right out of the god's chest. The mechanical Buddha let out one final, pathetic spark, and died. "Brace yourself!" Scarlett yelled over the screaming wind. The pyramid hit the ground. The impact was cataclysmic. A shockwave of dust, shattered glass, and twisted metal tore through the Iron Slums. But the explosion of the core that would have formatted the continent never happened—Caleb held the dead CPU in his hand. When the dust finally began to settle, the neon-lit rain washed over the massive crater.