Evil Energy Exhaust Novels & Stories

Even with just one per space, Ray could exile 125 targets at once. The larger the exiled space, the more energy it consumed. Conversely, smaller spaces used less energy. The number of exile spaces didn't increase the total energy cost. This was incredibly powerful. Suddenly, the monitor beside Gunner's bed started beeping incessantly. Ray immediately "looked" through his spatial perception. Inside the patient, the energy had gone completely out of control. Before Ray could react, Gunner literally exploded—blood, flesh, and bones scattering across the room. Evolution had failed.

The heap had all manner of disgusting debris: grime-hardened clothes and fabrics, used food containers and utensils, huge clumps of mold and mildew, bottles that had indeterminate liquids with some semi-solid masses floating in them, the great big heap of dead bugs and rotting critters, and many other things best left unsaid. And no matter what she pointed her plasmathrower at, it disappeared in a matter of seconds. It didn’t matter if it was organic material, or solid steel. At first they would crisp up and blacken, but even those remains would wither away into dust. These things were literally atomized under the power of hyper-condensed and focused electricity. Eva and Miko stood just insi

Fear turning loud. Only then did she answer. “You made quite the mess,” Eryx Caelum said. His voice came smoother than she remembered. That pissed her off more than any threat could. “I fixed a story,” Valentine said. “You gutted six power blocs in a single night.” “They were already decaying.” “You dragged innocents into our old business.” Valentine leaned against the window frame. “Everything ties back to our old business. You just liked it buried.” A beat of silence.

The Aethelgard team froze as their HUDs displayed nonsense and their suits overheated. "Your tech is based on Volkov's lies," Elara said, walking toward the Director. "And Volkov never understood that the bond isn't a signal you can jam. It's a constant." With a flick of her wrist, the violet energy surged. The human vehicles simply shut down. The "Contested Ground" went dark. "Take your 'warrants' and go back to the South," Kael growled, rising to his full height, towering over the Director. "And tell Aethelgard that next time they send a team, I won't let my mate be so gentle."

I said, my voice cold and absolute. I didn't just press a button. I interfaced. I plunged my "Obsidian-Violet" hands into the open circuitry of the console, letting the "Extinction" energy we had stolen from the trench flow into the ship’s primary capacitors. The Vane-Absolute groaned, its structural integrity screaming as we pushed the "Planet-Cracker" cannons to 400 percent capacity. The air on the bridge became ozone-thick, smelling of burnt lightning and the end of the world.

"Can't say I blame her wolf. I'd like to check out for a while, too." "Now get her out of here," Veda ordered, waving her gnarled hawthorn cane toward the open doorway. "So we can blast this furnace until the walls turn red. We need to burn off the rest of the toxins and pull every last drop of that ghost-root out through the exhaust. I want it incinerated." Jax and Fennigan didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing the heavy metal frame of Elana's cot, the two exhausted men shoved it out of the stifling, 120-degree room and into the blessedly cool air of the sub-basement corridor.