Greene The Destructors Novels & Stories

It was a pressure that rolled off him in waves, invisible but crushing, like standing in the eye of a storm. Jorrell couldn't help but shiver. He was already on one knee, but he folded even lower now, pressing his head down until it was almost flat against the ground. "The Greenshade Guild is destroyed?" Sylas kept his voice low, but every word landed like a punch. It was cold, clear, and heavy enough to crack bone.

"If you want to kill me, then do it. We of Mistveil Peak have never feared death. Monster, the Greene family was destroyed because it was fate. No matter how much terror you cause now, one day you'll end up like your people: wiped out." He straightened his chest, ready to face death head-on. Shiloh suddenly smiled, her finger flicking toward him. A bloody hole was punched through half his torso. The searing pain made sweat pour down Ernesto's forehead as he gritted his teeth and groaned involuntarily. "Feel it well. This is the agony before death. And remember—we of the Greene family are not extinct yet. So I promise you, before I die, Mistveil Peak will fall first."

into a "Total Sector Killing Floor." Ethan’s "Strong Frame" vibrated with the "Recursive" tremors of the tower’s "Self-Destruct" sequence. He looked down at the "Liquidated" body of Damian Cole, then toward the "Sovereign" horizon. He didn't have time to "Audit" the new "Silhouette" threat. He only had a "Crossover" window of minutes before the "Hawke Tower" became a "De-materialized" pile of glass and steel.

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.

"Do you think he was nice to you because he truly loved you? He only sees you as a tool to vent his frustration with the Fishers—the fact that we have doubted his abilities yet still dictated his entire life." She stumbled backward, looking beyond sorrowful. "I only knew that now, and I ended up killing two good people. I owe Laura and Maddie an apology." Grandma started mumbling on her own, no longer paying attention to Harvey and Nelly as she walked over to the garden pavilion. She muttered, "Don't worry, Maddie and Laura. Soon… Soon—" I couldn't make out her remaining words, as an unknown force suddenly appeared and pulled me back. In the end, I only heard Nelly's terrified scream, as wel

This wasn't a creature born of flesh; it was a Garbage Collection protocol given form—a dark, sleek entity tasked with reclaiming every scrap of magical data before the world was formatted to zero. "Xander," I whispered, staring at the rift as a pair of massive, obsidian claws began to tear through the violet light. "We didn't just fix the transport. We opened the door for the Cleanup Crew." The Greenland Node wasn't waiting for us to arrive. It was sending something to Collect the Assets early.

I know the lady will be getting back to us, I bet she wanted us to grieve before talking about business. Chloe's eyes changed because she finally accepted her destiny. Nathan told me about how a grey werewolf's eyes can change to that of the bright grey moon if they believe in themselves and accept their grey wolves. It's like accepting Jesus as your lord and savior then after that when you die you go to heaven and become an angel.

"Tell me, why are you so eager to stay close to Eleanor to the point that you used another person just to convince yourself that you're still together?" Mace and Audella's eyes widened as they turned to look at Yuan who had an unreadable look on his face. Can someone please sew this guy's mouth for once? Shaun seemed to sense the tension building between them too that he stopped mixing liquors and turned to look at them. "You should learn when to shut your fucking mouth and talk nonsense, Grencostra."

“However, I believe you still owe all of us an apology for toying with our expectations, even unintentionally! So – what are you going to do to make it up to us, Lady owner?” Madam Dro appeared to consider this outburst for a moment, one hand of hers resting thoughtfully upon her chin, fingers tapping against it lightly. Then, a wicked grin spread across her pretty face. It sent a shiver jolting directly from my skull down to my tailbone, and she wasn’t even looking at us. “A fine point, Lord Guren” she said in a manner that made me think of a spider in the midst of her web, plucking at her strings. “A fine point indeed. Well then, I’ll tell you all what.”

"Do not worry about them, it is you being canceled and not the project." "What!?" "I'm sorry Dylan—" "What rights do you have? This is a breach of contract—" "Mr. Hearst was leaving us with no choice, Dylan!" he cut off. "He said we either cancel you or he'll cancel the whole broadcasting company!" "Shit!" I cursed, I didn't let him say another word, I dropped the call. I immediately dialed the manor and in an instant there he was, the one who keeps tearing me into pieces, answering the call with a heartless chuckle. "Rumor has it, you're canceled?" he asked.