The Annihilator Novels & Stories

I looked them dead in the eyes and said, “you will not determine who will be the Alpha. I am the rightful heir.” They both collapsed to the floor. Shacking, with a bit of foam coming out of their mouths. Our servants tried to save them as quickly as possible, but no matter what they did, nothing could save them. Sulfuric acid is an intense poison when enough is used. My sister burst out in tears, and my laughter got louder by the minute as I enjoyed watching them suffer. I am the older sibling, so logically, I am the one to claim the title.

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?

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

I respect that, but her way of going about it was harsh. "Don't mind her, she can be a bitch." I turned to the male voice, seeing Mitchell. "I knew that much, but I didn't realize it was to that extent," I said, earning a light laugh from him, as he held out his hand. "I like your humour, I'm Mitchell Grey-Tyler." I shook his hand, firmly, "Darius Tyler." "I look forward to getting to know you, but you must excuse me. My glass is almost empty and I need a full one to deal with this crowd." I chuckled knowing he wasn't wrong. I had to admit Mitchell was the most likeable out of all the people I spoke to tonight.

"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.

She said out loud. Demon. There’s your first clue. Anything labeled that is evil, especially when they are planning the damn apocalypse. Than doesn’t that make you evil too? “Tssk. NO! I am not.” Ally exlamed. I am not evil and I am not staying here! She found her shoes by the bed and shoved her feet in to them. Briskly she made her way to the door threw it open and ran right into what she could only think of as a body guard.

Does it make any sense? Ann wasn’t sure what would happen to them as time went by. She mentioned one of her granddaughters, Ann Claire, who had come back to the Manor after dying somewhere else, but she soon started to sort of lose her sense of self. Like, she progressively forgot who she was, and started changing. They saw her lose her human shape, until she turned into a blurry shadow and ended up fading away, like a mist blown by the wind.

to be tainted. A grimace adorns Logan’s expression. He’s not the only one who is reacting that way. To think that this man has killed and eaten women for pleasure is repugnant. “Good, I hope the mother fucker suffers when you kill him. Fucking psycho!” My eyebrow quirks. I couldn’t agree more that Gorrin should die slowly. “And so it shall be done.” I rise from my perch and adjust my jacket. “I’m going home to take a shower and change, then I’m going to set up for tonight. Is there anything else that you need?”