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

Belphegor mentioned, putting his machine gun on top of his shoulder. “As the name implies, Cosmic Destroyer has the ability to ultimately nullify anything in existence. If it is wielded by a powerful mind, like Belphegor, it can be used to destroy anyone or anything anywhere in existence. It can even nullify and recreate entire timelines and multiverses,” Mammon again segued while I’m in the midst of my deep astonishment. That weapon is off the chart.

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.

Jarret said shocked. "An Aloisia is a warrior. The Aloisia and Aloysius arise in a time of suffering and injustice to bring justice to the people" "what? I don't understand mama" "If what he said is true, you are the Aloisia. you are the promised warrior. I'm so sorry for not telling you but I was not sure" "Your white hair should have made me confirm but I thought the story of the Aloisia and the Aloysius was just a legend"

“Keep your word, and we won’t cross paths again. Come near her, even once, and there won’t be a next time. I’ll destroy you before you know it’s coming.” No response. Just the dead click of the call ending. I stared at the dark screen for a long second, then exhaled slowly, tension bleeding out but not gone. Felix stepped up, brow raised. “You think he’ll stick to it?” I glanced at the screen, fingers already moving to unfreeze just enough of Marcos’s assets to hold up my end. “For now. But he’s a snake. If we blink, he’ll strike.” Felix nodded, quiet and certain. “What now?”

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers: “Tonight’s main event! Lila Bennett versus ‘The Destroyer’, our undefeated champion! Loser gets used by the entire front row for one full hour!” The crowd went feral. A mountain of a man stepped into the cage, The Destroyer. He was 6’8”, pure muscle, covered in scars and tattoos, with a thick bulge already visible in his shorts. His eyes locked on me like I was prey. Damien watched from the front row, smirking, his hand already stroking himself through his pants. The bell rang. The fight was over in less than ninety seconds. The Destroyer grabbed me, slammed me against the cage wall, and pinned me there. I barely landed two hits before he ha

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

" No matter how desperately I tried to stop them, all I could do was watch as they tore apart my research records and shattered the culture dishes. Amid the chaos, I saw Cheryl pull out the final sample I had locked inside the cabinet. It had been donated by the family of a rare disease patient after their death. The only sample left in existence. "You can't destroy that!" Even if not for Zack, there were still countless rare disease patients in this world waiting for me to save them. Cheryl sneered and ground her heel hard onto the back of my hand. The pain was so sharp I was forced to let go.

"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.