Dragon Ball Destroyers Novels & Stories

"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.

"Now let me work. I have five weeks to create something extraordinary. Something that will destroy Gregory Shaw and everything he's built." "And win your custody case." "And win my custody case. Same week. Same stakes. Everything on the line." Marcus kissed my forehead. "I believe in you." "I know. That's the only reason I'm still standing." He left me to work. I started sketching. Designs that told a story. Destruction and resurrection. Pain and beauty. Survival and triumph. A collection born from the ashes of everything Shaw had tried to destroy. A collection funded by his victims. A collection that would bring him down.

his mother said, pouring wine inside the cup and her mother laughed. "And also our boss said that me and my term are going to resume to the new headquarters tomorrow and we have packed all our belongs in that branch" "They have take you to the new headquarters?" Her mother asked. "Yes mom, we resume to that place tomorrow and he said that another term too is coming to join us there so will join as one" "The other term are detective as well?" "Yes, so we will be working together" "Congratulation, my daughter" "Am happy for you mom" Zara said.

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…]

“Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” A loud static ringing buzzed inside my head. HXP protocol from the hunters, checked. Dragon, checked. Soon to be newborn, checked! WE'RE DOOMED!

"The targets were never the point, Lyra. The point was staying alive long enough to find out the truth. You did that. Whatever comes next, you did that." I don't know what it was about the quiet certainty in his voice, or the exhaustion finally catching up to two years of carefully maintained composure. Still, something in me cracked open, small and involuntary. Before I could stop myself, I was crying not the careful, controlled tears I allowed myself in private moments over the past two years, but something rawer, messier, grief finally breaking loose after two years of being welded shut.

" I turned and stepped into the Rolls-Royce waiting at the curb. The tinted windows slid up, muffling the desperate wails and curses from Gary and Rita behind me. Then, inside my mind, the familiar robotic voice finally spoke. [Mission complete! The Newark Group has been dismantled. The original Abby's lingering resentment has fully dissipated. Host performance rating: S. Preparing to exit the world…] I closed my eyes and sank into the soft leather seat. A faint, relieved smile tugged at my lips. In this world—where the strong devour the weak—only building wealth and power never betray you. As for cheap family affection and fake love? Throw them in the trash. They'd just take up space. The E

"Mom! Mom! Don't leave me. Please wake up! Wake up! Chelsey was holding her mother's chest, hoping to prevent the blood from coming out from it. Carter drove so fast, heading to the nearest hospital. He only instructed the hired killers to harm his stepmother, Carina but not to kill her. His father was unconscious as well. He cried, thinking about his father's health. He was not yet ready to lose his father. He wiped off his tears and tried to ignore the pain of his wounded arm. Chelsey saw her brother and she cried as well. She knew that her brother was wounded and yet still trying to drive for their parents. "Carter I love you," Chelsey told her brother. Carter smiled at her. He felt value

That was a scene I could never forget for the rest of my life. My apartment was just a few steps away. I crawled across the floor and pounded against the door for help, but it never opened. Dawn wasn't home. The killer stalked up behind me and drove the knife into my left leg. "Your dad was a lawyer of justice, wasn't he? He ruined my life, so I'm going to destroy everything he loves! I want all of you to wish you were dead. "Go on and scream. Call the police. Let's see if anyone's coming to save you!"