Dragon Ball Destroyers Novels & Stories

Wilbur suddenly thought of the black energy from the flame crystal cores, and how the dragon said it was the power of the destroyer. The destroyer could create dark space, and the Light of Dragon could tear through dark space. In that case, cultivating the Light of Dragon was the key to learning about the destroyer. He would not need to worry about the destroyer in the future. The Dragon cared about the destroyer, which meant it was an extremely powerful entity. Even if Mondorra was not a member of the destroyer's faction, he was still a subordinate. His death would attract the attention of the destroyer. Moreover, Greensource Corp mastered the power of the flame crystal core. He was afraid

The building was half-destroyed but the sub-levels were intact. They fought down to the core server room. The final guardian waited—a massive hybrid abomination, part machine, part flesh, tentacles fused with cables. The battle was brutal. Damian took a tentacle to the side. Alex was lifted by another, the child kicking wildly. But their love held. Damian drove the knife into the creature’s core. Alex fired the final shot. The kill switch activated. The fleet above began to destabilize—ships shuddering, energy beams flickering.

" Better for me? So the eight years I had spent racing against time to save both my father and him... in his eyes, it had all been meaningless self-imprisonment. The crushing disappointment and heartbreak shattered the last of my restraint. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face with all my strength. "Zack, I will never let you destroy my research." His head turned slightly from the impact, a red handprint rapidly surfacing against his pale skin. A few seconds later, the last trace of warmth disappeared from his eyes. All that remained was ice.

"And if either of us wants out, we have a clean exit strategy. A quiet breakup, no drama, no blame." "After the foreign investors deal is secured," I add. "We maintain the engagement at lea8st until then." "Of course." He leans back. "So, do we have a deal?" I think about Liam's face when he sees me with Alexander. I think about the access this will give me to investigate Isabella Grayson's death. I think about everything I've lost and everything I'm about to reclaim. "Yes," I say. "We have a deal." He extends his hand across the table, and I take it. His grip is firm, warm, and that familiar sensation washes over me again. Like an echo of something I can't quite remember.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

I knew Baby, you are my destiny You and I were meant to be With all my heart and soul I give my love to have and hold And as far as I can see You were always meant to be my destiny I wanted someone like you Someone that I could hold on to And give my love to have and soul And as far as I can see You were always meant to be my destiny Maybe all we need is just a little faith Cause baby I believe that love will find a way Baby, you are my destiny You and I were meant to be With all my heart and soul I give my love to have and hold And as far as I can see From now until eternity You were always meant to be My destiny You're my destiny During his journey going home, he cherished the moments he h

"All my life, I have been nothing but just a tool, to fulfill a life that I have no control over but now, I will changed all of that." He looked at the mirror and held out his hand, transparent smoke slowly curling out from his arm, heading towards the item, and destroying it, scattering the shards across the floor. "And I will see to it that they too, don't."

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.

"That's when you record everything. Not just the offer—the methodology. The pattern. Get him to explain how he does it. How he's done it before. Appeal to his ego. Let him think he's teaching you something. Men like Shaw love to explain how clever they are." I looked at the folder, at the evidence of forty years of destruction. At the faces in the photos—designers I'd admired, careers I'd seen collapse, women I'd thought had simply failed. They hadn't failed. They'd been destroyed. Systematically. By a predator who'd been operating unchecked for decades. "I'll do it," I said. "But not just for me. For all of them. For every designer he destroyed."

Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster. Inside the hospital room, the protective barrier had vanished. The storm outside swept in, carrying debris and scorching heat from the lava, and blew Dean’s hair into a mess. He was still holding my hand tightly, but his body was becoming increasingly transparent, as if he could vanish at any moment. System: [Vitality sacrifice still in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 100%. Soul disintegration countdown initiated!] [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 10 seconds… 9… 8…]