The Annihilator Novels & Stories

The man's eyes widened in terror as Annihilator stalked into the cell, his growl low and menacing. Annihilator wasted no time. He lunged at the man, his powerful jaws clamping down on the criminal's throat. The man screamed, but it was quickly cut off as blood spurted from his neck. Annihilator tore into his flesh with savage ferocity, relishing the taste of the man's blood and the feeling of bones crunching beneath his teeth. The cell was soon filled with the sound of tearing flesh and the scent of blood.

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.

I picture the dirt underneath the grass, and the rocks underneath the trees. I feel the fire recede, its oppressive heat disappearing. I open my eyes, and the fire is completely gone. But how did I do that? There’s no time to wonder. The Hunter who hurt Alec turns to me and raises his sword. His eyes are cold and cruel. I raise my hand, and my dad’s bracelet glows white hot against my wrist. Ripping the bracelet off, I throw it, and, almost as if it were sentient and with a mission, it wraps around the Hunter’s hand. He yanks at it and curses, but it holds.

Her blade hit true, and black ichor sprayed across her face. The guardian staggered, but its movements didn’t slow. Instead, it grew more erratic, its form flickering as if caught between two realities. “Elijah, whatever you’re doing, finish it!” Annabel shouted. Elijah’s chanting reached a crescendo. The glowing ring expanded, engulfing the guardian. It let out a piercing scream, its body convulsing as cracks of light spread across its surface. “Annabel!” Elijah’s voice was strained. “Get back!”

Seriously, werewolf hormones shouldn’t be this quick and wild at such an inappropriate time. I stood on tip toes, trying to look past the man obscuring my view. Once I did, I gasped at the horror of the sight. Zanicus’ eyes had turned full blood-red, and his canines protruding over his lip with abnormal length, and his claws looked like he had been digging land with his nails colored pitch black. Hunter immediately took a step back, blocking me from taking a step further with his big arm. “She was born for a purpose,” his voice coming out dangerously soft, like the sound of the wind brewing before a thunderous storm.

When the enemy cast their spell, it surely wouldn't be as powerful as intended. The second part Adrian could learn was Dark Word Technique: Annihilation, a far more aggressive technique. While Pain was like a cone piercing the enemy's mind, Annihilation was like a boulder smashing into it. The effectiveness of this technique depended on the strength of the user’s divine consciousness. A powerful divine consciousness would mitigate severe side effects like headaches or nausea. However, if the divine consciousness of both sides was equally matched, both would experience similar damage. This technique was particularly effective against enemies with weak or undeveloped divine consciousness, such

Jay whispered. Yorick still didn’t reply to him. He found it difficult to believe that Ron was killed, that too by Sia, someone who claimed to love him. Jay gripped Yorick’s shoulder and shrieked, “Why are you quiet, Yorick. Say something else I will go crazy!” “Sia used annihilator to kill him. An annihilator is very powerful, Jay. The laser rays emitted by it are so strong that it turns a human body to dust.” Yorick said in a mechanical voice.

The prosecutor said "But at this rate,I will be releasing my position for Miss Annabella to take over from here" The prosecutor said and everyone exchanged confusing glances aside Gregor,Brandon and Mr Campbell The cops immediately unlocked the handcuffed "What the f**k is going on??! She's a murderer!" Georgia shouted "Of course you will be restless,Miss desperado. But sorry for you,I'm not a murderer and all of these was my plan from the unset" Annabella said and everyone gasped

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

​It was the High Architect’s personal executioner—the Culler. ​Its armor was not made of shifting mercury, but of a matte-black obsidian that seemed to actively drink the light around it, creating a void in the air. It carried a long staff tipped with a pulsing, violet singularity that distorted the very space around it. The Culler didn’t speak, and it didn't resonate in our minds. It simply pointed the staff at the Prime Node far below us. ​In an instant, the silver shield over the city flickered once, twice, and then died.