Paragon Of Destruction Novels & Stories

The eerie calm felt unnatural, as if a storm lurked just beyond it. I clenched my fists. “But if destiny is already decided, how can you stop it?” I questioned, watching as a flicker of hesitation crossed Kaelvor’s eyes. “I am the God of Destruction,” he said, his voice deep and resolute. “Together, with our combined power, I can stop doomsday.” I wasn’t convinced that marrying him was the right choice. No, I couldn’t marry anyone who wasn’t Zander Blake. I was his, and only his. There had to be another way to combine the power without marrying someone who wasn't my mate, Zander Blake.

Then we crested the final rise, and my heart plummeted through the floor. The proud fortress smoldered beneath an ash-choked sky, jagged wounds gaping along broken parapets. Heaps of distorted bodies littered cracked ground surrounding the walls. And circling those soaring ruins like a vulture hovered the unmistakable blood-hued shape of Scar the Ravager. Zoya's creation and my greatest shame unleashed.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

I watched the streets blur past the window as the family compound, the place that once felt so suffocating, faded further and further into the distance. I wanted to cry. But at the same time, I could feel the weight on my chest begin to lift. Six years ago, I chose the safe and steady Harvey in order to escape the suffocating control and prejudice of the Goldberg family. I thought peace meant happiness and that marrying my own kind meant security. But I forgot that not all average Joes were decent. After all, evil was never confined to any social class. Ten minutes later, the motorcade stopped in front of the precinct building.

In my mind, I was finally feeling the very same rage my father had felt towards them. She was Damien Cross, one of the most ruthless of all rogues out there. Kylar had only told me a few days after Della was long and gone. Damien and Della were together in the same house or wherever the hell they were. The thought made the blood in my veins boil to the point where I felt like finding them and then tearing Damien's throat out. We just got married, just got hit with the fact that Della was pregnant and hybrid and now she was gone. I felt like I was losing control so quickly and there was nothing in the world that I could do to help myself.

& I regret it all I hurted her in so Fucking way that I know Her crying face will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Beneath the Ruin I’ve been hiding from the silence, Drowning out the noise inside. Built a life on fear and shadows, Just to make it through the night. Every door they’ve locked behind me Still remembers who I was. But I don’t want their crown of violence. I don’t want their twisted love. I’ve got scars they’ll never see, Cuts too deep for blood to show. And I’d burn it all to ashes Just to be someone they don’t own. There’s a girl beneath this damage That they never got to break. She still sings beneath the ruin,

"The failsafe. If the imprisoned aspects corrupt, Destruction unmakes them before they can abuse power." "You want me to potentially kill myself?" "We want you to prevent us from becoming what we fight." Destruction tilted its head—my head—considering. "I would be executioner of my own aspects?" "You would be guardian of reality's freedom. The final check against our corruption." "And if I corrupt? Who destroys Destruction?" "You can't corrupt," the goddess said with terrible certainty. "You have no ambition, no desire, no hunger for power. You exist only to unmake what shouldn't be. That's why the split created you—reality's antibody against singular divinity."

" I turned and stepped into the Rolls-Royce waiting at the curb. The tinted windows slid up, muffling the desperate wails and curses from Gary and Rita behind me. Then, inside my mind, the familiar robotic voice finally spoke. [Mission complete! The Newark Group has been dismantled. The original Abby's lingering resentment has fully dissipated. Host performance rating: S. Preparing to exit the world…] I closed my eyes and sank into the soft leather seat. A faint, relieved smile tugged at my lips. In this world—where the strong devour the weak—only building wealth and power never betray you. As for cheap family affection and fake love? Throw them in the trash. They'd just take up space. The E

Belphegor mentioned, putting his machine gun on top of his shoulder. “As the name implies, Cosmic Destroyer has the ability to ultimately nullify anything in existence. If it is wielded by a powerful mind, like Belphegor, it can be used to destroy anyone or anything anywhere in existence. It can even nullify and recreate entire timelines and multiverses,” Mammon again segued while I’m in the midst of my deep astonishment. That weapon is off the chart.