Tales Of Destruction Novels & Stories

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

I eyed my mate, she always has to argue with me, what if for once just for once she agrees to me, nope, she won’t, I can see it. ‘That’s what I need it. A chaos to create in their higher chamber. They feared abilities of South Hills Pack back at that time and they would fear now as well, even more, a terror if I used to define it would be the best word.’ I groaned in pain seeing their confused faces.

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?

Her eyes burned into mine, not just angry, not just hurt but shattered. “I will be your greatest undoing, Darius Veylor Thorne,” she whispered, but her whisper carried more strength than a cry could ever. “I will be your ruin and your destruction. I will sacrifice myself if I must, just to see you fall.”

"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.

Chapter 3 Reka’s POV The second Talim’s mouth crashed into mine, I knew I was damned. I had come here to end it, to burn him out of my blood one final time, but the moment his hands gripped my bare hips and dragged me against him, every promise I’d made to myself turned to smoke.

ESTEBAN'S POV The hologram device sat on the desk as Esteban stared at it, knowing what was coming, knowing he'd failed. The compound was in chaos. Fires still burned in three sections. The sanctum was destroyed. Five guards were dead, three more were missing, and the subjects were gone. All of them. Cruz, the boy, the hacker, the traitor, Mateo. Even Lucien, who was supposed to be their perfect weapon, was gone.

“SAY IT!” The climax that ripped through her was seismic. It wasn’t pleasure; it was annihilation. It was the final dissolution of Alexa Hart into a thousand shards of sensation, each one imprinted with his name. She shattered around him, her screams raw and endless, her body convulsing against the restraints. He followed, his own release a torrent, a flood claiming the conquered territory. He emptied himself into her with a guttural roar, collapsing over her bound back, his weight pressing her deeper into submission.

Tessa A sharp cry tore from my throat as the orgasm ripped through me, hot and blinding. My thighs clamped around his hand, my muscles locking down as wave after wave crashed through me, electric, overwhelming. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t fucking let up. He worked me through it, dragging out every last tremor, every last pulse of pleasure until I was left utterly wrecked, boneless beneath his touch, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.