Drill Gurren Lagann Novels & Stories

The beautiful mahogany hallway with the fake sunlight. "Blast it?" "Too thick. Shaped charge won't cut it without bringing the ceiling down. We need the drill." The drill. I look at the door. The four inches of steel that Aureliano promised would survive a bomb. He was right. It survived the bomb. But steel has a melting point. Steel can be cut. A high-pitched whine starts. It sounds like a dentist’s drill amplified a thousand times. REEEEEEEEEEEEE. The sound drills into my teeth. Into my skull.

Agent Drake stared into the gunman’s dead eyes. “I don’t have your knife. You would have found it after frisking me.” The gunman pretended to look earnest. The serial killer licked his lips while continuing to stare at Agent Drake, not even blinking. In the killer’s mind, he imagined Agent Drake as being one of his victims.

Magnus roared, swinging his heavy iron bar at the drill. But the metal was too dense. The bar bounced off with a jar of kinetic vibration that sent Magnus reeling. The drill continued its rhythmic, soul-crushing rotation, the gray blight spreading outward with every turn. "It’s a Logarithmic-Infection!" Nathaniel shouted, holding a flickering lantern over the drill’s casing. "Emma, the drill is synchronized to the planet’s own rotation! You can't break it with force because it’s using the Earth’s own momentum to drive the needle!"

The front of the machine was dominated by a colossal, conical drill bit tipped with jagged ridges of pure diamond glass. "The records call it the Leviathan," Drax said, his voice echoing in the massive cavern. He wheeled his chair closer to the iron boarding ramp. "It does not run on coal or standard plasma. It runs on the mountain itself. But the ignition core..." The old General looked at Ashren. "...The ignition core requires a spark that only your bloodline can provide, Alpha. It was designed so that no enemy could ever steal it."

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIXTEEN The sunlight peeped into the room, waking me up from the deep slumber I was in. I quickly got up and shut the curtains before crawling back into bed. I discovered Rainal wasn't in bed anymore neither was the shower running. I yawned still feeling a little sleepy but I can't. My Mission definitely starts today so I need to start finding clues of where those documents are in the big mansion.

He walked slowly toward the planetary drill, his footsteps echoing like the ticking of a doomsday clock. "You think you've won?" Malakor screamed, realizing his fleet was doomed. He slammed his fist onto the drill's control console. "The drill has reached the mantle! The Genesis Seed is waking up! You can't stop the countdown!" A massive, earth-shattering roar echoed from deep beneath the ground. It wasn't the sound of a machine; it was the sound of something ancient, something massive, waking up from a billion-year slumber. The ground cracked, glowing with a sickly, corrupted red light.

Dante replied, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. Suddenly, a blinding, white-hot pinpoint of light pierced the center of the massive titanium wall. A shower of molten sparks sprayed into the server farm, illuminating the darkness as a massive, diamond-tipped plasma drill began to aggressively bore its way through the hull. Julian Sterling hadn't just hacked the facility from afar; he had followed them down into the abyss in a deep-sea breach pod, and he was cutting his way inside.

he suggests and this guy actually buys it. “We will record, Happy?” “Good. You are smart Draco, very smart.” Carl is finished and making it really hard for me to suppress my laughter. It will be evening and even tomorrow by the time we all finish recording our last words. That depends on how long Xylon takes with his, which I bet will be very long and epic. “Dearest, Mother,” Xylon starts again and blinks his eyes repeatedly. “Do I look sad like this, or should I bring in the tears?”

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

Blown inward by the pressure differential. "Subtle," Saoirse coughed, waving away the fog. "Effective," Tristan corrected, standing up. They walked through the twisted wreckage of the doorframe and into the Drill Chamber. And stopped. The room was a cathedral of ice and green light. In the center, suspended over a bottomless pit that glowed with a sickening, verdant radiation, was the Drill. It was the size of a skyscraper. A massive, rotating spire of black crystal and iron, humming with a sound that vibrated the soul. It wasn't drilling into rock. It was drilling into light.