Paragon Of Destruction Novels & Stories

My sons are screaming from the breach, trying to reach us even though there’s nothing they can do against something this ancient. “There has to be another way!” I shout through the hybrid consciousness, forcing Mabel voice to dominate. “We can, we can isolate ourselves! Seal this reality off from others so the paradox doesn’t spread!” “Isolation only delays contamination,” the Pre Creator replies. “The paradox exists. Its existence threatens fundamental order. It must be eliminated, not contained.” Alistair-component surges forward in our merged awareness: “Then eliminate the paradox without eliminating us! Separate the merger, return us to individuals, keep reality intact!”

When I settle, I find my view taller than usual, my build feeling larger than I am accustomed to. It was because I was an Alpha now; it was the only meaning that made sense. But I wasn’t the Alpha I wanted to be. I wasn’t surrounded by my family with a pack listening to my every word. No, I wasn’t any of that, but I was still one by blood. Just a rogue one. The thought heightens the d*****d within my chest and propels me back into the depths of a blinding rage, sending me deeper and deeper as my legs take me further and faster.

Elara asked, her mind reeling. "It’s not a weapon of destruction, Elara. It’s an Ontological-Infection (a corruption of the very nature of being). It’s the 'Human Condition.' It’s the paradox of knowing you will die, yet loving anyway. We aren't going to stop the Sync. We’re going to let them d******d us."

James smiled triumphantly and said, “I’ve cultivated the various Paths of heaven and earth. It’s easy for him to mobilize them. This is nothing to me.” “This is far from enough. You’ll also need to cultivate Herman’s Supernatural Power. It’s called the Palm of Destruction.” Waleria explained, “The Palm of Destruction is a corrupted Supernatural Power. Instead of causing damage to one’s physical body, it destroys one’s bones. It’s almost a guaranteed death after being struck by the Palm of Destruction.”

Maybe my sudden outburst. I won't mind destroying his pretty rich face if my speculations prove to be right. ***....*** Our worst fears have come to.........

The people were safe. Through the translucent gold of the shield, I saw Rowan. He was a whirlwind of bronze death. He didn't use teeth or claws; he used the very energy of the Origin to shred the Elders. Every time he struck one of the grey horrors, it didn't just bleed; it shattered into a million digital fragments. He was hunting the parasites that had ruled the North for centuries, tearing them out of the air before they could find a host. He was a god of the wastes, protecting the flock while I held the sky.

"Since I can't destroy the universe, then I will destroy you!" Ethereal Warbringer's eyes flashed with a crazed look, his whole body showed countless destruction spells, burning his soul's original source, turning into a near-infinite half-step, transcending the limit of destruction of light directly hit. That circled around at the Ethereal Warbringer around the Ice Ghost smelter that was suddenly destroyed by a huge cavern. Tadhg Walter raised his hand, and an evil blade pierced the spear frame, slashing the light of destruction above it.

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

Omar saw her as a mother figure to Mariam and Parvina both so the death of Parvina would probably affect her more than it affected Mariam. He walked down the hallway slowly because a part of him still didn't want to confront his father just yet but a part of him just wanted to rush up into the room and throw the man a hard punch straight into his greedy face. His hand balled into a fist and his frown deepened, he was amazed at his father's greed and seemingly unquenchable thirst for power and more power which made him to ever wondered if his father's greed for power would be satisfied even if he happened to be the King of England. He didn't think so.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.