Tales Of Destruction Novels & Stories

The Third Crown pulsed. Truth. Warning. Danger. Every instinct inside him screamed. The thing beyond the crack was real. Worse. It was coming. A deep tremor rolled through the city. BOOM. Several buildings vanished instantly. Not collapsed. Not destroyed. Erased. Silver dust scattered through the air. The echoes nearest the destruction disappeared with them. One second they stood there. The next they were gone. Like they had never existed at all. The old woman lowered her gaze. "Our time is ending."

"Get some sleep. I need to prep Rylan." As he walked out, I looked at the closed door. The fractal. The Unraveling. Creation versus Destruction. I just hoped the builder wasn't the one holding the detonator. -------------------------------------------

The Talisman of Destruction could destroy an immortal, but it couldn't destroy a devil. At this moment, Chu Xun didn't care whether he was an immortal or a devil at all. The Talisman of Destruction had been destroyed. Wang He was dumbstruck, and he began to shiver uncontrollably. Boom!

Crack! The world was constantly pierced through, like crispy cakes. They were smashed into pieces. The talismans representing death fell down like rain. Caspian held the tail of the spear and roared. All kinds of sharp points gathered at the tip of the spear. The Great Tao of Destruction lingered on it and pierced through thousands of worlds in an instant. It pierced through time and space and pierced into the fingertip of the Grand Pure Emperor!

The Fall into the Abyss With one last brutal strike, Damien grabbed Natalia, hauling her back toward the blazing reactor chasm. Her scarred face twisted, dark and venomous until the very end. "You can’t kill what’s already won..." she whispered. Damien’s grip tightened... unyielding. “You already lost.” With deadly force, he threw her into the burning abyss, vanishing into the blinding core explosion The Collapse The entire warship shuddered, splitting apart as explosions erupted across the failing hull, swallowing everything in fire and steel. Escape from Hell Kyle’s urgent voice crackled through the emergency comms:

awaited; a vast, subterranean chamber filled with the bio-gel vats that had birthed the Sterling nightmare. 𝗧-𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝟰𝟱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀. "We can't stay here," Seven shouted, the wind whipping her hair into a frantic halo. "The self-destruct isn't just an explosion, Maya. It’s a total molecular reset. When that timer hits zero, every piece of matter in this coordinate will be broken down into its base atoms. We won't just die; we’ll be erased from the periodic table."

The sky was covered with thick dark clouds, and at the same time, the flowers, grass and trees on the ground within a few thousand meters around then immediately whitered—all the plants wilted and turned yellow! With a deafening noise, the ground under Darryl's feet started to break into pieces. Underground lava oozed upward like fire dragons as they circled Darryl's body! The Grand Destruction Art had three levels! The first level was the Single Finger Wonder. The second level was the Mountainous River Art. The third level, which was the highest level, was the Celestial Rotation! Darryl had only learned the technique for the first level—the Single Finger Wonder. When Yvonne was about to mar

It did not feel at home not only because Islandia was gloomy, nor that the beautiful flowers in the garden were withered, nor because the waterfalls, streams and fountains were filled with filthy waters, nor because the sun and the sky weren’t all that shiny anymore nor because the weather wasn’t all that gay no more… It did not feel at home because he couldn’t recognize anyone he knew, Islandia was in complete ruin. There were bodies of dragons and humans running into thousands littered about showing different levels of decomposition. Most of the cadavers were mutilated and unrecognizable, some had become footstools for others as they moved about.

H𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜! 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑣� ��𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦.

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.