The Annihilator Novels & Stories

But in the end, it is an inevitable fact, that all these alternatives lead me to the same destination: Azael is not coming.

For a moment, there was silence and then I loosened my grip. Her shaky breath was mixed with the stark silence that plagued the room. She realized I was getting impatient and decided to talk. “My name is Annabel from Spring pack. Please, do not hurt me,” she pleaded with her hands cupped together like she was praying to some gods. Her words seemed to make my world collapse, the weight of them crashing down like a tidal wave. I stared at her, in anticipation for any sign of the woman I love, but all I see is the cold, calculating soul that has taken her place.

He chuckled and turned his eyes to me. "Was here last week but you kicked me. Let's see what you can do today too." He smirked and snapped his fingers. His full entourage appeared from where they've been hiding in all black. An entourage I've been a part of before but I was the only one who wore red among them and that made me the red devil while Lando wore all white. That was how it was when we were going to kill and destroy but things changed, his entourage is now against me.

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."

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

I watch as the membrane that protects his eyes opens, then quickly closes again as the light that he has been kept from hurts hurts his eyes. I see movement below him and there he is, Oliver. I scream my anger, ready to kill him for what he’s done. Then I feel Avani above me and he roars, shaking the walls that start collapsing around Oliver. I watch as Ancalagon reaches down, as if he is trying to pick something up. Then I see Oliver grab what looks like a girl. “Oh no, you don’t,” Oliver says and I hear the girl scream. Ancalagon opens his mouth to scream but fire, hot enough to incinerate everything around him, blows out of his mouth.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

Another’s annihilation. The thought follows me like a shadow. Which a "Shatterpoint"

"It’s not an infection, Alpha. It’s a vacuum! Something is muting the atmospheric frequency!" From the shadows of the upper balconies, a dozen figures in sleek, obsidian colored tactical gear descended on fast ropes. They didn't carry firearms; they carried a single, heavy device that hummed with a deep, discordant vibration. This was the Nullifier, a high-tech relic of the old corporate board designed to create a localized field of absolute silence, effectively muting the resonance and returning the world to its pre-shift state.

“Strange coincidence that as soon as Sacha leaves he became agitated and went on a cleansing of the city. He started with the jail. Then worked his way above ground.” “You did nothing to stop it?” “I have not been able to speak to Guardian Asher for years. I am trying but he doesn’t listen to me at all. I cannot direct him.” “The Artifact Marina. Why are you not using it.” “I am, he is not responding to it. If I had more time I could calm him with the artifact but we have a special engagement tomorrow and Lord Cedral cannot have any more incidents. In the past 2 nights Guardian Asher has killed 2 soldiers and 3 ordinary men. I am running out of time.”