My Drill Is The Drill That Creates The Heavens Novels & Stories

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.

She was tracing patterns in the air with her glowing fingers patterns that perfectly matched the orbital geometries being printed on the Heidelberg. ​"They’re the Translators," Thomas realized, kneeling beside Lyra’s cradle as the infant stared at the ceiling with eyes that reflected a thousand stars. "We built the Registry to record the Earth. But the children... they’re built to record the Void. They can hear the Sun."

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!"

Ekreth folded his arms. “The last time the world nearly collapsed, the oldest powers gathered.” “The gods?” Vaeleth asked. “The gods. Spirits. Forces of Creation. Things that no longer exist.” His gaze drifted toward the ancient symbol. “They created something new.” The room had gone completely silent. “What?” Lyra asked. Ekreth looked directly at her. “Us.” Nyxar frowned. “You’re saying dragons were created?” “No.” Maeraxa answered this time. “We were... changed.” Her voice carried centuries of memory. “As were the first wolves.”

We have to geothermal tunnels that connect Atlantis to the core of the earth.” Nova joined us, her face was a single, hard promise. ‘This is a suicide command. We do not know how many of these worshippers there lurk down. If the drones have a nest, we are down there in a trap, out that we cannot just shoot out.” “Then we build a trap in which they run,” I said and my fingers started already to disassemble the blueprints of the worshipper drone in Silas’ Pad. ‘The

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

A furious surge of defiance, of pure, unadulterated will, ignited within me. "Nooo!!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat, raw and powerful. Digging my nails, now full-blown claws, deep into the dirt, I called to the element, to the very earth beneath me. The ground beneath me rocked back and forth, a slow, deliberate tremor at first, and then with a bit more strength, and a lot faster, building in intensity. Limpy, seeing that it was me causing the ground to shake, shifted his weight, moving to bite at my exposed hands, to silence me. He didn't get very far because a sharp, jagged rock spear shot up from the trembling earth, piercing him below his neck and out his skull, a brutal,

There was definitely some history between her and Drake. I turned back to Drake. “Okay, what is this solution to our problem?” I asked, and he grinned. “Easy,” he said, “We fix the seals the way they were made.” “I thought God, or whatever, made them. Do you have a direct line to him or something?” I asked and Drake chuckled. “You would think, wouldn’t you?” he said, “But alas no, the beings upon high don’t seem to be too keen on conversing with us. But the seals as they currently stand were created, or recreated by us. Or at least the former us, the first Divine Warriors.”

In the beginning, there are twelve entities that created our whole multiverse. The Entities of Space, Time, Reality, Mind, Soul, Power, Matter, Nature, Magic, Evil, Life, and Death. Together they folded a place called the Observatory where they could see all of the universes that they created. Each universe has two guardians, ours are named Selene, the Moon Goddess and Inti, the Sun God. Together they had many children which are today's Gods and Goddesses. But one stood out the most, his name was Kahn. He had unleashed evil onto this universe and his parents had no choice but to banish him to a realm of darkness. The oldest of the Gods named Jehovah, created angels to be his warriors, but on

“Carry on. I’m listening.” “Okay, so since we’re talking about gods,” said Estevan, “My guess is that you, dragons, also have one.” “Aye,” answered Fetyr. “Our Lord Hylos is the God of Dragons and the Volcanic Deus. He is also the original Hyborn.” “I see.” Estevan did his thing again on the thin sheets, scribbling with a feather. Raeherys could not help but watch the chronicler with envy. The sight of him only sparked the fire within Raeherys.