The Annihilator Novels & Stories

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.

Lyra said, her voice a low, lethal whisper. She snapped her fingers. The "Null-Anchor" didn't just break; it reversed. The gray light was turned into a violent, violet shockwave that exploded outward. The four assassins were incinerated instantly, their black glass masks shattering into a million pieces. Vane was thrown back, his cloak tattered, his parchment-skin smoking. He looked up at Lyra, who was standing over him, her shadow-wings unfurled to their full, thirty-foot span. She looked like the end of the world.

The King of Wall Street was systematically dismantling a god. Realizing it could not win a contest of brute force against the mutated human, the Executioner made a final, desperate calculation. "If the throne cannot be reclaimed... it must be cleansed," the entity broadcasted, its harmonic voice distorting into a screech of static. The Executioner suddenly stopped fighting back. It stood perfectly still, and the glowing, biomechanical light within its shattered chest plate began to burn with a blinding, catastrophic white intensity. It was initiating a localized antimatter self-destruct.

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.

The Ghost Immortal said, "Now that visions are frequently born everywhere, and there are soul-devouring demonic flowers constantly causing havoc, and the Bitter Realm side is starting to get uneasy, the second stage of the Annihilation Era has gradually arrived, and the Purple Mansion is afraid that it will have to face an unprecedented cataclysmic catastrophe." Xiao Dust listened to the brow more and more locked deeper and deeper, annihilation era, exactly what is the annihilation era? Is it that absurd heavenly saying, or is it man-made? Ghost immortal referred to the vision, is afraid to refer to the five continents around the seal of the devil it?

"Hell!" "Don't tell me!?" Helen's brows smashed in the middle. The man's eyes started to glow a reddish-yellow hue along with his skin where strange traces of symbols is beginning to show. Same goes to his unconscious allies. "Step away from the intruders." Helen calmly instructed as she took a step backward pulling Mayari with her. Then the man suddenly exploded into a bloody chunks of flesh and bones along with his squad, killing them right away, not leaving a single survivor to be interrogated.

He positioned himself upright glaring in anger. Stanley scrambled to his feet, ran toward the place where he tossed his jacket. Frantically searching the pocket, he plucked out a .22 Caliber Iver-Johnson Cadet Revolver. He promptly pointed the gun toward the door, peered over the dilemma of caps and glass shattered. Shell casings on the carpet and in the foyer appeared Carbon 115-gr. DPX+ P. They came from a 9 millimetre Browning Hi-Power gun. He stood in face of what previously had been a flat screen TV with a few gaps. Stanley suffered no fear. It never crossed his mind to become frightened. Suddenly in a fit of fury, Stanley lashed out, “You’re a fucking, stinking coward! Why did you run

The butler sighed deciding to listen to him as he took a seat beside him. "Do you think it's him this time?" Darius gave him a look. "Of course it's Zane, he's probably having-" Xavier immediately stopped him there. "Amoy is like a daughter to me, I do not want to picture her and that waste of space." A laugh came from Darius, he was honestly surprised Xavier insulted Zane, he had never heard him speak ill of anyone...well he hadn't heard him speak ill of someone and made the insult so obvious.

"Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death." ― William S. Burroughs Mariennne's POV: Letting myself in the dark room, I closed the door with a loud sigh, my head throbbing as I tried to take deeper breath, voices roaring in my head. These days, the voices seemed to become more prominent, more loud. Coiling in my mind, putting on a freak show. I licked my lips.... I enjoyed the taste of my crazy.