My Drill Will Pierce The Heavens Novels & Stories

I was so livid that I tried to lunge at Ella, but her sidekicks held me back, with one of the women grabbing a fistful of my hair and snarling, "You want to save Wanda, huh? You'd better take a good look at yourself, you pathetic loser! You're a nobody!" Joseph shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the ground. "That's enough, Yvonne Sommer! You're just stirring up trouble and being difficult at this point! You clearly don't respect my position as your drill instructor at all, Yvonne!"

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

Silas screamed back, pointing his mechanical arm at the ceiling. ​As if on cue, the entire Forge shook with a violent, tectonic impact. Dust and shards of iron fell from the ribs of the ceiling. The sound of a high-frequency hum, the same one we had heard on the surface, penetrated the thick stone walls. The Harvesters were directly above us. They were no longer just harvesting the resonance; they were drilling for the core.

“There can be no Absolute now.” The ground split wide beneath us. Light surged upward, blinding. As the Hollow began to fall in on itself, Kaelith shouted, “The exit—!” But it was too late. The floor gave way. We plunged into white— And somewhere far above, a horn sounded. Not the Old Standard’s. Something answered back. Something furious. Something awake.

“In the stillness of the night, In the distance, there’s a light. The horizon’s brightly shining Its luminous glow blinding Why's the sun shining so bright? Because it is with all its might, Trying to conceal Del Cealus from us, But I’ll soon be there to set the people free As long as the sunlight never dims. I will now sail through the sky; Soon Del Cealus shall be found And be brought down from up high I’m taking along with me My father’s determined mind, While watching over me Are my Mother’s sweet bright eyes The day will come when bloodshed ends And humans no longer offend. The sky’s now open, ever so proud; Awaiting your flight in the clouds Glide above; land quick and sly To reach the

We were standing upside-down on the southern pole of the moon, overlooking the whole town in a bird’s-eye view. “Thirty seconds left.” Commander Raja checked his pocket watch. “To the top, quick!” We raced for the northern pole while the tengu braves gave chase. It’d be over by the time the Storm Brothers destroyed the heaven stone. Unfortunately for them, it was already gone when Chief Bess summoned the moon in the sky. They might go to the airfield, but the door there was locked. Even if they managed to destroy it, they were going to have a big surprise.

The night wind was howling, and the air seemed forlorn. In the dark, the nocturnal creatures croaked and sang, unconscious that a demon had descended in the mountains. "Sir, the entryway is here." With an axe on his shoulders, Dray spoke. "Well, what are you waiting for? Smash it!" Boom!

he replied and I cringed at his explanation. "Do you know how angel's find their mate's," I asked softly and he glared at me. I looked down from his stern face and yelped when he grabbed me aggressively and tossed me over his broad shoulders once again like a sack of flour. I heard the horrendous howl in the distance and felt my heart begin to pound from the sound. I knew it was Mortas and I cheered internally. I winced once Drorzon started running down the narrow tunnel further into the depths of the earth. He would turn corners and zig zag, creating a fucked up trail for Mortas to try and follow.

brain. The synapses fired and died. The memories, the ambition, the malice—it all flowed into Leo like water into a drain. Vane went limp. He wasn't dead. But his eyes were empty. Lobotomized by magic. Leo stood up. He looked at Damian. "He's quiet now," Leo said. Damian stared at the empty shell of his enemy. Then he looked at his son. "Yes," Damian whispered. "He's quiet." "The drill," Wulfric shouted, pointing to the Spire. "It's still running!" We looked. The massive industrial drill mounted on the Spire was automated. It was grinding deeper. SCREEEEE. A sound pierced the air. A sound so high and terrible it cracked the ice on the ground. The Core was breaching. "We have to get inside,"

A flicker of madness danced across Draven’s face. “Too bad,” he growled, voice rising like a storm surge. “You failed twenty-five years ago—and you won’t get another chance!” His body rose again, effortlessly levitating above us like some dark prophet, hands stretched wide, face alight with unholy power. “Heed my command and rise—Hellflames, come forth!!” The earth answered. A deafening rumble tore through the ground, vibrating the floor beneath our feet as cracks splintered outward like spiderwebs on shattered glass.