Planet Namek Destruction Novels & Stories

(With those words he took off running through the ship doors and quickly exits the Wolf Cry, making his way by leaping from building to building as they all begin to crumble from the sheer aura and pressure being exerted. Kimora: (Dropping down to one knee with her hands giving off an almost blinding light show of prismatic colors, slams her hands into Juno's stomach and unleashed a beam of light while screaming at the top of her lungs.) FINAL DISTORTION!!!! (The energy Kimora had previously been building up started as a single microscopic line of light leaping from her hands then suddenly and almost instantly erupted into a beam of energy wide enough and powerful enough to instantly shatter

"After so long, my blood boils at the prospect of what's to come." The being cracked a smile that was akin to that of a madman as it took a deep breath, feeling the entire plane it was in. "Time to make a journey." The surrounding air froze, as if listening to a command, and as if he never existed, he was nowhere to be seen. But the evidence of his presence and disappearance left its impact on the little blue planet, for after the second the being disappeared, the gravity of the entire planet warped on itself. An already crumbling planet went through the apocalyptic force that acted on it as it finally imploded. Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted

Alpha Jones smiled subtly. "I think you need to wake up from your daydream. We have lost. Nolan has won. The Nemesis has caught up with us" David stressed out. "We are the Nemesis" Alpha Jones pointed out. "The Nemesis does not sit in the cell of his own Manor with his beta" he retorted. "Do you hear that?" he held one of his ears for attentiveness. "What?" Alpha Jones also paid attention. There were sounds of footsteps all over the Manor. "They have returned from evacuation to a new Alpha" David related.

Neema trailed them, her eyes wide with lingering adrenaline. Baraka’s face broke into a massive, relieved smile. "You made it." "Barely," Musa coughed, spitting a lingering taste of saltwater onto the dirt floor. "Turns out the UN doesn't like it when you break their toys. They dropped a tungsten rod from orbit, boss. Mach 10 kinetic strike. The entire lighthouse is a crater." "But the relay?" Baraka pressed, his violet eyes locking onto Jabari. "Shattered," Neema confirmed, offering a weak smile. "I hit the main transmission dish with a concentrated sonic pulse. The orbital feed is completely dead. They can't record your Overclock telemetry anymore."

"Option One: We do nothing. The fragments impact. The resulting kinetic release cracks the tectonic plates. Dust clouds block the sun for a century. Everything dies." Viggo stopped pacing. The silence in the room was heavy, physical. It pressed against Guller’s eardrums. "Option Two," Guller continued, forcing the words past the bile rising in his esophagus. "Neoma attempts to devour the energy as they fall." "I can do it," Neoma said. Her hands clenched into fists on the table. "I drained the Devourer. I drained Nergal."

"SECURITY BREACH: MASTER-CODE COMPROMISED. INITIATING 'PLANETARY-COLLATERAL' PROTOCOL." The Real Rhys, bleeding from his forehead, let out a hysterical laugh. "You've done it now, Julian! You've triggered the Auto-Destruct of the Sector! The ship won't just explode—it’s going to 'Collapse' the entire Sovereign Era back into the Source! The Earth, the Valley, the 'Archived'—everything is going to be Zeroed!" Outside the viewing ports, the obsidian-forest of New York began to dissolve into a terrifying, white Void-Mist.

Together, they turned what should have been an apocalyptic explosion into a controlled detonation. The sphere shattered completely, its light fragmenting into a million pieces that scattered across the multiverse, each piece too small to ever be dangerous again. And then it was over. The chamber fell silent. The four children collapsed, utterly exhausted. The Aeternum source was gone. Destroyed. No one would ever reunite the original race. No one would ever access that level of power again. "You did it," Grandmother Yuki said, awe in her voice. "You actually destroyed it."

I said slowly, still trying to think of the words I would say to them. “And if they decide you should step down as Alpha in order to keep the peace?” asked Austin. That was a possibility I had not been ready to consider. “Then you will tell them that they are making a mistake. Removing you as Alpha will not take the danger away. It will only lead to a lifetime of bloodshed until the pack degenerates into chaos,” said Olivia, her voice firm. She had a point. The only pack that had ever experienced such no longer existed today and eventually the persons left of the pack became rogues or had to naturalise into other packs. The land was still in ruins today and was largely considered cursed so n

"Sierra you can't live like this. The shared frequency will exhaust your energy. You will be a ghost inside that terminal forever." I said smoothly "Then we will be ghosts together brother." I reached across the navigation panel. Smashed the master transponder toggle. I permanently severed the short-wave satellite connection to Manhattan. Jonathans face vanished from the air in a puff of green light particles. It left nothing behind. The steady peaceful thumping of our ships nuclear engines. The silence returned to the white bridge. It was clean, heavy and absolute.

"The gods are bleeding, and the rats are biting back!" But the scout-ship was only a scout. High above the atmosphere, a massive shadow began to blot out the stars. The Ark—the five-mile-long mother-ship of the Creators—was entering the orbit. Its size was so immense that it caused the tides of the world below to rise in a chaotic swell. "Subject 001-Alpha," the voice of the High Scientist boomed from the sky, cold and disappointed. "Your sabotage three thousand years ago cost us centuries of data. Your current resistance will cost you your soul. We will now initiate the 'Planetary Purge' protocol."