Tales Of Destruction 소설 & 이야기

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."

She lightly traced the canvas with her fingertips, brushing along as a smile shakily creeps up at her face, she heaved a sigh and held it closer to her chest with her eyes closed. She wasn't longing nor was she reminiscing. She was cherishing the portrait and every little detail of it, just like how she and alexander are cherishing their last few moments together, and I am well aware of the reason why. Because that's what I decided, that's what I wanted to happen, because this is my story. And in my story, Cassiopeia was meant to die. She slowly opens her eyes and stared at the portrait before turning to me, "Isn't it sad that no matter how much you love each other, fate just has a way of ru

There were gothic cathedrals floating next to hyper-tech monorails, and ancient wooden galleons fused with the wreckage of solar-sails. "These aren't just wrecks," Kael whispered, looking out the viewport. "These are the Unfinished Stories. Every project the Architects abandoned because it was too 'Complex' or too 'Glitched'... they dumped them here, at the edge of the map." "Elara," Julian’s voice turned sharp. "There’s a life-sign. One. In the center of the wreck-pile." The First Ancestor The pack boarded a floating structure that looked like a hybrid of an ancient library and a modern data-center. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and ozone.

"I don't hate you. Besides, I already said that I'd deal with this, so won't you stop making a fuss? "Can't we live together like we did in the past?" I shook my head. "Of course not." What I cared about was hardly just what had happened just now. It was that he disliked me to the point of hatred in our past lives, yet chose to trap me by his side, torturing me until I died. He gave me hope, only to destroy it with his own hands. Now that we were reborn, how could you be so shameless as to tell me that I was making a fuss, as if it was something insignificant?

"Now let me work. I have five weeks to create something extraordinary. Something that will destroy Gregory Shaw and everything he's built." "And win your custody case." "And win my custody case. Same week. Same stakes. Everything on the line." Marcus kissed my forehead. "I believe in you." "I know. That's the only reason I'm still standing." He left me to work. I started sketching. Designs that told a story. Destruction and resurrection. Pain and beauty. Survival and triumph. A collection born from the ashes of everything Shaw had tried to destroy. A collection funded by his victims. A collection that would bring him down.

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.

The question left my mouth quietly, almost to myself, because there was no one around to answer it. Tamara had told me the world was collapsing. But this wasn't collapsing anymore, not in the sense of something slowly giving way. This was destruction, total and finished. Something had torn through this place with a force powerful enough to make even the Shadow World, a realm I'd once believed nearly indestructible, look fragile as glass.