The Annihilator Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He is always fascinated about making himself clean and neat. “ You can have her in this house until we came up with a plan to get rid of her. Just a quick reminder, my executioner, she doesn’t belong to you. And a woman is nothing but a whore,” he finished his words with disgusts to the other species that causes him to embrace the darkness of life Gently, he patted my back before he walks out of the office leaving me in between some unknown feeling. Throughout the night, I just stare at the ceiling or tried to come up a plan to fucking get rid of her. Alpha Riley is right. If Alpha Vladimir is not looking for her then she’s useless for us. A nobody and just collateral damage of our revenge.

"The hunters are deploying a localized chronal dampening field! It's choking the workshop's bandwidth! If they tighten the perimeter, the signal drops to zero and the world never sees the truth!" Through the gaps in the rotting workbench, Anaya watched the three black-suited assassins advance. Their frame-skipping movements made them look like terrifying ghosts, appearing five feet closer with every blink of an eye. The crimson, multi-eyed visors on their helmets scanned the room with cold, predatory efficiency. They weren't here to capture; they were here to excise the anomaly. "Kabir, your gun," Anaya whispered, noticing the dull golden light starting to seep through the seams of his heavy

Luca's scream echoed through the mansion. Followed by laughter. Then another scream. Then someone shouting, "Stop throwing things at him!" For a brief moment, the Romano mansion almost felt normal again. Almost. Three nights later, the illusion shattered. The mansion suddenly went dark. Every light died at once. The chandeliers. The hallway lamps. The security systems. Everything. A collective groan echoed through the building. Then came Luca's voice from somewhere downstairs. "IF THIS IS AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT, I'M OFFENDED BY THE TIMING."

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

I calmly butted in which made Quinn look at my side. “These stacks of dead werewolves were made by hunters who also lost their loved ones,” I continued. I admit, seeing a lot of werewolves on that state shocked me. I even sympathized for a second, good thing is I dragged my feet back to where it belongs. “They are werewolves who paid for their sins,” Rendall said which made me and Quinn nod in an instant. I shook my head to remove the thought that lingered in my mind since we saw the dead creatures. I am here for the mission; I don’t have the time to doubt.

Belphegor mentioned, putting his machine gun on top of his shoulder. “As the name implies, Cosmic Destroyer has the ability to ultimately nullify anything in existence. If it is wielded by a powerful mind, like Belphegor, it can be used to destroy anyone or anything anywhere in existence. It can even nullify and recreate entire timelines and multiverses,” Mammon again segued while I’m in the midst of my deep astonishment. That weapon is off the chart.

There was an old training clearing that the warriors used before my time here. The empty, overgrown space was transformed. Weapons, some I didn’t even know the names of, were in wooden mounts. Hunter was there with a tall, dark man that looked like he had never learned to smile, and Nolan was standing across the field, crossing his arms standing silently next to the Hunter. “Look who decided to join us, boys,” Dominick called, and I was wrong. The tall, dark man did know how to smile, but it was one that would haunt my nightmares.