The Annihilator Novels & Stories

The ancient being looked back toward Aurora, toward Luca, and toward the Keeper. Then, it smiled. It was a real, unburdened smile—the smile of the loyal friend it used to be, long before the first dream went wrong. One last time. Far beyond the borders of creation, the silhouette of Nihilus opened his eyes, exposing an infinite, yawning vacuum. And the true final enemy of existence awakened.

All she could now see was the shaking arena, as her vision gradually faded. After doing the deed, the 2 team Microsoft gladiators finally turned their attention to their pursuing opponent and charged at him. The Great Defender lagged slightly behind, as he tried to avoid direct contact. Derek showed his resolve, as he executed his self-created technique again on seeing this. He was not deterred by his 2 opponents, he charged at them ferociously. The 2 gladiators reacted appropriately, but his Swords of Annihilation still ended up getting his team their first kill. The Great Defender finally died, making the fight even again.

I was blind, deaf, and utterly alone in the dark. A final, system-wide alert blared from a dying speaker, a distorted, digital death rattle. >CATASTROPHIC CASCADE FAILURE. TOTAL SYSTEMS COLLAPSE IN T-MINUS 60 SECONDS. ANNIHILATION PROTOCOL ENGAGED. Annihilation protocol. Of course. Eleanor’s final gift. A dead man’s switch. If the core went down, it would take the city—and any evidence—with it. I had to get out. I had to try.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

He needed only one strike, believing that whatever miraculous power, whatever formidable technique, or whatever layered defense his opponent deployed would be rendered useless under his single, decisive blow. In that instant, the blade's terrifying gleam overshadowed the very sky. Its crushing, murderous intent surrounded Aiden, and that single, downward slash cleaved Aiden's body perfectly in two. It sent his blood spraying out in a torrent. It was then that the once-dreaded Assassin's Guild was completely annihilated, leaving no survivors to speak of its existence.

It was a Void-Breaker, an ancient anomaly of anti-matter and raw instinct that existed before the Star-Callers, the Swarm, and even the Absolute Zero Reapers. "The Reapers weren't the hunters," Axiom whispered, his voice trembling as he watched the sensors. "They were the Lock. The cold was a stasis field meant to keep this thing's molecular vibration at zero. Kael, we didn't just save the galaxy; we released the Un-Maker from its cage." The Gravity of the End

With a cold, calculated twist, he disarmed the man, drove his knee directly into his chest, and threw him over his shoulder, slamming him into the concrete floor with a bone-shattering thud. The lead enforcer stepped back, his golden mask tilting upward as he realized his entire strike team had been dismantled in less than thirty seconds. He reached for a heavy, high-yield thermal detonator strapped to his chest utility rig. "If the Keeper cannot be secured, she will be liquidated." He raised his thumb to prime the detonator. But Agnes was already moving. Her training as a Relic Keeper meant she didn't just understand how to build gear; she knew exactly how to break it.

Also on his back, three deep, long slash, drained to his cloth were seen, a spilled glowing honey from his broken decanter laid on the soaked-red ground at the other side of him. Then the fair skinned lady along with the bearded middle-aged man glowing in gold and the lady with her face concealed behind a white yashmak their faces still englobed in water wanted to retaliate—earlier the noxious red and black gases were created once more to block their visual sense not knowing where EXTERMINATOR will attack from. He raised his palm up. “Stop! this is my fight, I should finish what I started.” He falteringly looked up at the EXTERMINATOR as ashes flow from it's red-like veins on its indomitable

“Nina?” “An ancient assassin, she was killed based on Ryker’s orders after a trick that we pulled on her after she had lost her mind to her revenge. Regardless of the training that she once got, seeing Ryker in front of her almost every day made her lose her senses in wanting to get him killed regardless of the cost, and that would have cost my or Ezio’s lives” I said, explaining the situation. "And you chose your lives over hers?” She asked. I looked down at my feet before nodding.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.