The Annihilator Novels & Stories

But then, the barrier shivered. A low, guttural mechanical groan began to vibrate through the floor. The Stalkers stepped aside as a new figure entered the chamber. It was a massive, mobile platform—the Nullifier. It wasn't a weapon of force, but a device of extraction. It emitted a dark, sickly violet pulse that tore through the ambient light of the room. The golden glow of our shield began to bleed. "Dominic," I gasped, the air suddenly growing thin and cold. I looked down at our daughter. The light in her eyes was dimming, her tiny chest heaving as the device began to siphon the very essence of the barrier.

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

I ask him, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah. No other stronzo can match him for a job well done. I just spent the last six hours cleaning what should have been cleaned," he says with another sigh. In our code language, someone eliminated one of our enemies but could not erase the evidence that would lead the murder to us. No doubt Santo had to act in person to get rid of potential witnesses. "The Bonani are expensive because they are the best. See if we can get a contract with their other sons," I murmured quietly.

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

A beautiful plan. The perfect annihilation.

, Bryan spoke after evaluating her words deeply "So they thought, and hence, The Annihilators.", She said. "What's that" "They're a special breed of werewolves who hunt down the white wolves in whatever location they exist in.", She said "Presently one of us had been captured and that was an annihilator I killed before I knocked you out", she continued again. Listening to her speak those deepening words had caused him to feel what she felt. It went on to show that all her life, she had been living in seclusion, hiding out probably since she was young.

His vision blurred, the gold sparks in his eyes flickering out like dying embers. "It’s a Nullifier, Samuel," Thomas whispered, walking around the table. He leaned down, his breath smelling of mint and rot. "Designed by the Shadow King himself. It doesn't just suppress the wolf. It erases it. Permanently. In ten minutes, you’ll be a normal, baseline human. No healing. No prophecy. Just a redundant lab rat." "You... bastard..." Samuel’s head fell forward, his muscles turning to jelly. Adrian slammed his body against the glass. Crack. The silver thread sparked, sending a bolt of electricity through the Alpha’s chest. Adrian fell to his knees, his suit smoking, his skin peeling back to reveal t

“Mid-level facilitators, money launderers. They’re flipping. Offering testimony against higher-ups for immunity. The network isn’t just collapsing; it’s eating itself.” Anton felt a strange, detached chill. This was his victory. The systematic annihilation of the entity that had sought to erase him. He should feel triumph, vindication. Instead, he felt like a surgeon reviewing the successful removal of a massive, malignant tumour—relieved, weary, and acutely aware of the damage the disease had already done, and the scar it would leave.

Silver affected all lycanthropes negatively, but with Dani, it was worse than usual. One of the men leaned down and removed the shirt that gave her a semblance of cover. The men gasped when they saw that every part of her body had painful red rashes. “What sort of eyesore is this?” One of the men asked, disgusted. Dani didn't reply, instead she asked a question of her own, ignoring the pain the silver was causing her, “Who are you people?” “We are the Lycan Annihilators. A secret order tasked with cleansing the world of evil lycanthropes.” One of the men announced proudly.