The Annihilator Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

Using me as a shield while simultaneously moving pieces to keep me free. “This is insane.” I said laughing. And it dawned on me that Helena Bergmann was the most dangerous ally I had made. But can I trust her? Hmmm!!!

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.

I say, pulling on my power and Drake’s as well, letting the power and light flow through me. “I, Leana Holstin, Guardian of the Realm, Councilmember to the supernatural world, and mate to King Drake Cazien do sentence you to death for your crimes,” I say and blast the room with my light. The vampires screech and hiss as their bodies dissolve into dust.

She could sense the Order's forces surrounding the museum, thirty-six operatives in tactical gear, silver-core weapons, suppression field generators being established at strategic points around the perimeter. "They've brought a Nullifier," she said, the knowledge coming through the bond with Xander, whose void-touched perception could sense the specialised operative being positioned on the museum's roof. "Human with artificially enhanced anti-magic capabilities." Darius growled, his skin briefly rippling with granite-like patterns. "Those abominations are unstable. The last one I encountered in Budapest self-destructed when his suppression field failed." "Which might be exactly what they wan

It coalesced into a faceless humanoid wielding twin blades of pure void-psionic energy. This was a "Silencer"—the most terrifying abyssal assassin under the Devourer’s command. It had no heartbeat, no soul, and was deployed exclusively to eliminate high-value scientific targets. Its single objective: erase the Millers, destroy the Origin Blood stabilizer, and sever Earth’s hope. "Target acquired," the Silencer broadcasted via a raspy consciousness wave. Its psionic blade swung silently toward the back of Dr. James's neck. CLANG! A deafening explosion of metal on metal rang out.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze