Tales Of Destruction Novels & Stories

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

It felt as though my entire body had been thrown into a pool of molten lava. An unbearable burning pain erupted from my spine and tore through every inch of me. Thick streams of blood began pouring from my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Everyone below watched coldly as I endured the torture. Some even spat in my direction. "Increase the power!" "Kill this monster!" As my screams grew more and more horrifying, new images finally appeared on the giant screen. The room was dimly lit. Anne's face was pale with terror as she desperately shoved me into a wardrobe.

“But love corrupts judgment.” Its silver gaze shifted directly toward me. “You proved that during the war.” Another memory slammed violently into my mind before I could stop it. Kael collapsed beneath cursed silver fire centuries ago. My scream tears through the battlefield. Moonlight exploded across kingdoms while entire armies burned beneath uncontrolled power. Mountains are splitting apart. Oceans trembling. Reality itself was breaking beneath grief so overwhelming that it stopped feeling human. And in the center of it all. Me. Destroying everything. Not intentionally.

Fire, A fragile force, Of massive destruction. Burn, Rain hell, Down on fragile earth. Rain. Rain. Rain. Hell. The Destroyer, Cain Mccarthy Cain's POV I decided to let it go, the insult by that upstart, Dean whatever his name is. I decided to get better, and the only way, destruction. Time to get to work, whatever it takes, when Dean comes again, he won't be able to touch a hair on my head, this I swear.

Terror ripped through the thin fibers of my being. I didn’t know what to do as I stared at the computer, watching in horror at the scene before me. There was no where I could look that didn’t show chaos and destruction. My beloved town of Moon Valley was being pummeled by the Raze.

James led the Annihilation Heavenly Tribulation straight toward the Genesis Worlds. Along the way, many areas were destroyed by the tribulation’s powers. The flashes of lightning struck from above, causing the grounds to break. Countless living beings died tragically as the tribulation passed their skies. It was like doomsday to them. Xolani carried Xaiden with his powers, whereas Yzert followed them from a distance. From behind, they watched the terrifying destruction happen before their eyes.

“They’re trying to erase it.” At the compound now under transitional Trust supervision security logs flared red. Simultaneous breach attempts from multiple international nodes. Layered denial-of-service floods. Code injection attempts. Elizabeth stood behind Lewis watching the dashboards spike. “Can they do it?” she asked quietly. “If enough coordinated nodes hit the cooling grid, yes.” “And if the system collapses?” “Partial fragments already exist globally. Destruction here won’t erase the idea.” She absorbed that. “So destruction creates chaos.” “Yes.” “And survival creates controversy.”

The fire from the shattered excavator still crackled defiantly against the heavy highland deluge, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the narrow canyon walls. What had hours ago been a multi-million-pound corporate excavation fleet was now nothing more than a graveyard of twisted, blackened iron, half-submerged in the churning peat and mud. Tala stepped off the rocky ledge, her boots treading lightly over the saturated earth as she surveyed the mechanical wreckage. Her icy blue eyes, bright as winter stars, tracked the path of destruction Malakai’s men had tried to carve into the glen.

Images, sounds, sensations – a torrent of data that overwhelmed his senses, leaving him gasping for breath. He saw the city of Eldoria, its towering structures piercing the clouds, its streets teeming with life. He saw its technology, its advanced weaponry, its mastery over the elements. But he also saw its downfall, its catastrophic demise, the earth swallowing it whole in a cataclysmic event that had reshaped the world. He learned of a powerful energy source, a source that had brought about Eldoria’s glory, and its ultimate destruction. He learned of the creatures that roamed the tunnels, mutated remnants of Eldoria’s inhabitants, twisted by the residual energy of the cataclysm.

I yearn for it and don’t, both at the same time. There are stirrings in the packhouse as the unborn dawn draws nearer—more than I remember there being—frenzied, rushing sounds and anxious voices. Then I remember the strangeness—that Candlewood’s plaza and most of the Main street shops, offices and apartment buildings were destroyed. In an undead apocalypse. And if it hadn’t been for my mate the fae goddess, we’d likely all be dead. It’s so absurd, if I hadn’t been there myself, I wouldn’t believe it.