Tales Of Destruction Novels & Stories

"Emily taught me well, true destruction isn't quick. It's art. It's patience. It's making them feel every single cut." Alexander's smile was predatory as he pulled her closer. "Have I told you lately how magnificent you are?" Together they watched their revenge unfold across every screen, each notification bringing news of further destruction: - Properties seized by creditors - Assets frozen by regulators - Accounts emptied by "administrative errors" - Lives destroyed by precisely timed revelations

The shields catastrophically failed, and the top half of the kilometer-high spire simply imploded, sending a shockwave of corrupted, trapped spiritual energy rippling across the continent. The mechanical dragon, its core drained by the massive void-discharge and its code overwritten by Scarlett, violently short-circuited. Caleb grabbed Nova, who had scrambled out onto the roof, scooped her into his arms, and leaped off the mechanical beast as it exploded into billions of dead, black pixels, dissolving harmlessly into the toxic rain. He landed heavily but perfectly on the street, his human form returning, his war-coat instantly draping over his shoulders. Nova stared up at them, her pale face

~074 Fallout The world did not end in an explosion or in silence. It ended in emails. In headlines. In contracts rewritten under duress. In boardrooms that smelled of sweat and panic. It had been forty-eight hours since Edenfall. Inside the Cathedral, Xavier sat hunched over a console, the flickering light casting deep shadows under his eyes. Reports streamed across the monitors - hundreds of them, from news outlets, whistleblowing platforms, underground networks, corporate leak databases. Bella entered the war room silently, the soft padding of her socks the only sound before she rested a hand on Xavier's shoulder. In the crook of her other arm, baby Hope blinked up at the ceiling's mosaic

Adi looked at Jacky, who was licking his feet and stroked his head. "Come on, Jacky. We have work to do." He went to the lab, took out the red liquid, mixed it with hydrochloric acid in a beaker, and added the transparent liquid to it. The bubbles started rising, just as his father had said. He took out the cloth from his pocket. His hands stiffened. Could he destroy his father's life's work? Would anyone ever be able to make such a thing again? But the letter said it must be destroyed. It could wreak havoc in the world in the wrong hands.

Ever since his father and the De Laton Duke had agreed to have Kyra and Damien engaged, he had been having a bad feeling. Meanwhile, "he" had called for Damien to give him further instructions on what to do. The time for the De Leta child to be sacrificed was drawing nearer and there was someone trying to interfere with their plans. Some spies had been following the guild they had been using as a cover and they could not catch any of them. None of their plans had been found out but the flies were being quite persistent and it was becoming annoying. Their plans had to succeed and the brat would be a very small price to pay, although her worth was more than she deserved. There was a rapt at th

I’m also bisexual but never told a soul. While I was out of town, I let Elijah borrow my MacBook MagSafe charger. I was taking a semester off and rarely used it. A month later it was time to register for classes and my laptop was dead. Elijah was at work so I went into his room looking for the charger. I careful searched as to not make it look like the FBI was looking for the Watergate tapes in there. In his desk I came across what appeared to be a diary. I’m an asshole sometimes I admit. So what did I do? I opened it and read parts of it. Turns out my “straight” roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting.

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

If I die protecting the people I love, so be it; if there's one thing I have learned in the last couple of years, it's that we can't control what fate has decided for us. We come to the edge of the border, and my heart breaks; tears pool in my eyes as I look at what's left of the once-beautiful forest: dead, broken trees and blackened shrubs. The green foliage scattered with flowers of all descriptions, sizes, and colors is nowhere to be seen. The earth is burnt, black, and lonely of all growth. The fire consumed everything in its path. Everywhere I looked, there was black; broken branches, fallen trees, and death. I sink to the ground and rub my eyes tiredly; I need to fix this, keep my vo

Dave warned and I stepped closer and firm to his side. Lando snatched the device from his hand and I'm horrified as he threw it to the ground and destroyed it. "What have you done Suarez? What on Earth?" Dave bends to pick the pieces and I felt like smacking him for being unreasonable. "You destroyed it, Lando. How could you? That was the only evidence..." He stopped and burst into laughter. He was laughing through his pains. " That's not happening Suarez, I'm not that gullible. You should destroy it further because I seriously don't need it. I already did the needful, sorry but you're late."