The Annihilator Novels & Stories

Antagonist –is a person who actively opposes or hostile to someone or something; an adversary… “Blah! Blah! Blah!” Sabria said as she rolled her eyes and closed the laptop that was sitting on her desk. But why did they hate antagonists when the truth is, they were once a protagonist, it just happens that there’s another villain who pretends to be a heroine and stole all the things they cherish the most. She thought. As she reminisced one of the most painful moments in her life.

Above the loading bay, the turrets stuttered to a halt as the localized signal died. "Target acquired," the lead Weaver’s voice buzzed, mechanically filtered. "The Anomaly is exposed. Engage active camouflage. Shred the vanguard. Leave the boy for the harvest." The assassins tapped the sides of their void-black armor. The air around them rippled, bending the light with violent force. The edges of their bodies blurred and folded inward, replaced by the unbroken image of the concrete wall behind them. They vanished. A massive, half-starved rogue lunged blindly forward. An invisible blade caught its throat. Arterial spray painted the empty air, briefly outlining the contour of a Weaver's forear

And at the edge of a ruined stone arch, standing atop the horn of a fallen golem, was Anton the Ant—no taller than a boot, wearing a silver-plated helmet the size of a thimble, his voice magically amplified. “CHOKE POINT THE LEFT!” he screamed, pointing his tiny spear at a narrow ridge. “MOVE, YOU FUR COUCHES! THE ENEMY’S DUMBER THAN YOU, NOT SLOWER! GET YOUR TAILS IN FORMATION!” “Are you still alive, you miserable bug?” I growled across the mind-link, slamming a corrupted chimera into a shattered wall. “Alive, commanding, and still prettier than you, mutt!” he snapped. I grinned. Or… well, as much as a blood-soaked wolf mid-fight can grin.

His brown eyes looked straight into Valerius' silver eyes with the same look he had looked at the cockroach on his kitchen floor. Click. Chloe's right forefinger peacefully pressed a small gold button embedded discreetly into the side of her desk. WUUUNNNGGGGG! In the next second, a blue energy pillar lit up from the four corners of his workbench. Not magic. It was the Aegis Nullifier, a specially designed ultra-high frequency anti-dimensional electromagnetic field generator worth half a trillion dollars, just to protect a two meter radius around Chloe's chair from the slightest ion anomaly.

*“Elara, look at the anvil. Don't look at me.” I gasped for air, my vision blurring into a haze of red and green. I looked past Silas’s shoulder at the glowing anvil. It wasn't a block of metal. It was a **Processor**. Every time the hammer hit it, a soul from the "Sub-Level" was being flattened, stripped of its identity, and funneled into one of the Reaper shells. He was being forced to murder the survivors of the 1998 crash to build an army for the Nulls.

A giant marble fountain sat directly in the center of the town square with a tiny angel shooting a stream of water from it's bow at the top. "I informed everyone to steer clear." Alpha Killian spoke up, as if reading my mind. He didn't look in my direction but the way he said 'informed' gave me a chill. I had a feeling there was nothing polite about the way he 'informed' the members of his pack.

I stared at my new contact list for a long time, wondering if I had actually solved anything or simply delayed the inevitable. Whoever had found me once could probably find me again. ... My life had become unbearably complicated, Noah wanted a future with me, not someday, but now. He spoke about commitment with such certainty that it frightened me. Helena wanted me to join her in hunting predators… men who had escaped justice because of money, influence, or power. She had looked me in the eyes and calmly suggested we become executioners. And somewhere out there… someone kept sending anonymous messages that refused to stop.

It’s like parts of me that I didn’t know were missing are now where they should be. Apolliana’s mind merges with mine, expelling the madness and any human weakness I hold until I’m who I was always meant to be. I’m no longer bogged down by empathy or love. All I feel is a sense of purpose as I take a satisfying breath and prepare to end all living creatures. This is what I was created to do. I am the destroyer, and I will fulfill my legacy. Vitality courses through my vanes until I’m the being of destruction that I was meant to be. My lip quirks with arrogance as I open the compartment and pull out an old scroll.

Sham stepped back and his own claws came out and his eyes colored changed ready for any kind of ambush. Adrian did this to frighten him and it worked a little. Adrian transformed back. "If you cross me, I will consume you" he said standing a breath away from Sham. with his brow knotted. If only he knew how determined Sham was, maybe he wouldn't have bothered trying to scare him. Sham smiled but didn't respond to that. "This is my treasure house and I have all sorts of precious stones here" Adrian said as he proudly walked around. Sham relaxed and went back to his normal human self.

Sham stepped back and his own claws came out and his eyes colored changed ready for any kind of ambush. Adrian did this to frighten him and it worked a little. Adrian transformed back. "If you cross me, I will consume you" he said standing a breath away from Sham. with his brow knotted. If only he knew how hard Sham's heart was, maybe he wouldn't have bothered trying to scare him. Sham smiled but didn't respond to that. "This is my treasure house and I have all sorts of precious stones here" Adrian said as he proudly walked around. Sham relaxed and went back to his normal human self.