King Of Destruction Novels & Stories

“He’s more than we ever anticipated. He’s the fucking Alpha King.” “He may be the Alpha King, the mightiest werewolf, but he can’t do anything. He’s nothing compared to my powers,” Kaelvor boasted smugly. After all, he was the God of Destruction, the most powerful being who could destroy anything at will. He took pride in his strength and efficiency.

Lothaire lifted his hand to touch her. She stepped back. "Don't you fucking dare touch me. I swear I will kill you. You... you disgust me. I wish I never met you, you murderer!!!" Willow screamed. Yes. He is a murderer. If he is the vampire king then he is the one who killed her parents, Willow thought. That's the core of her hurt. "Then do your worst to me but hear me out," he spat the words as everything he built with her came toppling down.

Regardless of how loud her voice is when excitement takes over her as she speaks, Lucius leered his attention to the outside world through the window and he went lost in his own abyss. He missed it all. He missed his powers, his brother, his kingdom… Everything. He wasn’t supposed to be next-in-line for the throne. It was supposed to be his older brother – Axl. Axl did become king after their father had passed but they had nothing to do; when the scroll started writing the prophecy on itself, Axl abdicated his position as the king of the underworld and passed his crown, throne, and kingdom to Lucius. He never wanted it. If the prophecy was more different – he would’ve spent his entire life b

the voice said. The battle raged on, the Divine Being and the Destroyer locked in a struggle that shook the world's foundations. Their powers clashed, unleashing a maelstrom of energy. Wren's breath caught as the two titans exchanged blows, their apocalyptic showdown illuminating the darkened landscape. The ground trembled beneath their feet, the skies ablaze with the fury of their conflict. "With a final, mighty blow, the Divine Being struck the Destroyer, banishing it to the depths of the Bottomless Hole, along with its followers," the voice continued.

She had probably never thought she would end up in such a state. Boom! Breena Davey decisively chose to self-destruct. It was the Tyrant King’s first time battling with a human cultivator in the universe after three millennia. It got too excited, and forgot that human cultivators often loved self-destruction. In an instant, its face was covered in grime, and its palm turned bloody from the explosion. “Motherf**cker! I forgot these ants love blowing themselves up the most!” The Tyrant King, whose hand was injured from the explosion, gritted its teeth in pain and stomped its foot furiously. “Kill! Kill all the ants here and raze this place to the ground!”

I watched as I burned enemies alive. Watched as the land cracked beneath me. Watched as something dark rose to meet my fire. The Evil King. He stood opposite me, smiling. “You see the path you are already on,” the goddess said, her voice echoing over the carnage. “Raw power. Destruction. Victory through annihilation.” My chest tightened. “That’s how we win.” “Is it?” she asked softly. The vision shifted. I saw Kaelen fall. Not dead. Broken. His body twisted unnaturally, dark magic crawling over his skin as he screamed—not in pain, but in loss.

Isabella felt her strength wane, but she held on, pouring everything she had into the relics. The Alpha King’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. “No! You can’t!” he roared, launching himself towards the circle. But it was too late. With a final burst of energy, the relics unleashed their full power. A blinding beam of light shot into the sky, piercing the dark clouds above. The Alpha King screamed, his form disintegrating in the light. His forces were thrown back, their cohesion shattered. The ground shook as the energy wave spread, purging the darkness that had plagued their world.

No one was safe. Vosvak, the proud king, the man whose very soul had been corrupted into a horrible thing, would be reborn. The father of Perfera Spade the Luna, whose actions had destroyed her kingdom, whose passing had ignited the flames of this conflict. That accursed line would not perish. The heritage of ruin, hate, and revenge did not die. Miyal walked away from the broken pieces of the Citadel, his footsteps slow and labored, as if every step weighed the world. His thoughts were moving like a runaway train. The pack would be left with the message, but it was not enough. Preparations had to be made.

It was possible that he was going to be more slow and subtle, though seeing as Ace was quite probably half-dead already, that wasn’t the smartest way to go. “What’s the move, King?” Val asked him. “Hot or cold?” King looked around at his team, at the group of people that he trusted more than anyone else on the planet to have his back when the shit hit the fan. He took a deep breath, then spoke: “These assholes have never wanted anything but trouble. They’ve gone out of their way to cause hurt and pain. They’ve done their damnedest to start a war.” King narrowed his eyes. “Look, this isn’t just about Ace anymore, though I feel personally responsible for him, and am committed to getting him ou

Kael’s hands trembled. He felt it now. The pull. The want. Power thrumming in his bones, beckoning him to unleash it. Burn. Command. Destroy. Cradle touched his chest. “Stay with me. Please. You’re not his.” The King watched silently. Then— “If she means so much…” He raised his hand toward Cradle. A twist of light formed at his fingertips. Pure, destructive memory. And Kael snapped. He surged to his feet, sword in hand before his thoughts caught up.