Paragon Of Destruction Novels & Stories

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I

No future with. She cried knowing her struggles meant nothing to him. He was determined to have his way with her and that was final and the painful piercing that followed in between the junction of her legs was something she could not comprehend and the scalding heat and painful pleasure that sprouted moments later,made her wonder if this was what she had denied herself all her years of living.

I watched him listen without interrupting, his hands very still in his lap, and when I finished, he was quiet for a long moment before he spoke. "That changes things," he said. "It changes the target," I said. "I've spent two years planning to destroy Julian and Camille. If Margaret knew more than either of them" "Then we adjust." He said it simply, as it cost him nothing, like recalibrating an entire revenge plot overnight was a Tuesday-morning inconvenience rather than the collapse of everything I thought I understood about my own life. "You're not doing this alone anymore, Lyra. That's the entire point of what we signed yesterday."

and even mean it on most levels, but in the end, no matter how righteous or kind-hearted or faithful, we all crave proof that our faith is in something real. I could easily blame the man in yellow for our destruction. He certainly played his part. His deception, his maddening lies and malice, the way he ravaged our minds and souls . . . he certainly deserves the lion’s share of the blame. He did many unspeakable things, things I’m probably unaware of to this day. I desperately wish he’d never come to our town. But the truth of the matter is this: The seeds of our destruction had lain dormant for quite some time, waiting for the right conditions to blossom. The man in yellow—invited by us—mer

His dark navy eyes were in disturbance as Lucifer raised up his sword. “I am the God of Destruction,” Lucifer hissed. “And it is this day I end you.” Pushing the blade deep within Kronos’ chest, black tar covered the sword. Lucifer wasn’t satisfied and raised his sword again to plummet it into his head. The crack of bone had Parisa whine from afar, Hades holding his mate tightly.

he scoffed, "you underestimate our power. We are the embodiment of destruction, the harbingers of the end. Your kind will be eradicated, and your legacy will be nothing more than a fading memory." With a wave of his hand, the Supreme Werewolf God Destroyer summoned dark energy, its tendrils wrapping around the alphenos, causing them to cry out in pain. "You will witness the destruction of your kind," he growled, "and you will know that you have brought this upon yourselves."

"Three years ago, Emma Chen gave me something I didn't deserve. A chance to be part of something good. A chance to help build instead of destroy. A chance to prove I'm not my father." He paused. His hands were shaking a little. "My father spent forty years destroying designers. Stealing their work. Bankrupting them. Crushing their dreams. He was a monster. And he raised me to become a monster too. That was supposed to be my legacy. Gregory Shaw's son carrying on his evil empire."

"Valentina Cruz. You look like your mother. She was beautiful too but stubborn. It got her killed." Rage flared hot in Catalina's chest. "Don't you dare…." "Save your anger," Esteban said mildly. "You'll need it." He stepped forward, and the hooded figures moved with him like shadows. "You've caused quite a mess tonight. Destroyed a sacred chamber, broke one of the Church's bindings and killed a Keeper." "Good," Catalina spat. "I'll kill more if I have to." Esteban laughed. It was soft, almost amused. "Spirited. I see why my son is so taken with you. But spirit won't save you now."

HADEON'S POV: I stare into the night sky. The twinkling stars are void of all beauty to me. Everything is plain and bare. Beauty and goodness will always be tainted by something evil. Beauty is stripped by sickness. Life is no more by death. All good things must come to an end, then evil shall triumph and I shall be the cause. I shall rule and all will bow before me. I must be patient however, my plan will succeed. For no one can defeat me.

Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster. Inside the hospital room, the protective barrier had vanished. The storm outside swept in, carrying debris and scorching heat from the lava, and blew Dean’s hair into a mess. He was still holding my hand tightly, but his body was becoming increasingly transparent, as if he could vanish at any moment. System: [Vitality sacrifice still in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 100%. Soul disintegration countdown initiated!] [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 10 seconds… 9… 8…]