The Annihilator Novels & Stories

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

He would know how to avert the vision if he knew how it would happen. After making love with Cassandra for some times. He had felt love and he didn't want to hurt her despite his killjoy nature. "On the day of your death. You will be faced by many opponents but none of them will be able to kill you except a young lady. That's the same girl that you are housing in your Manor" the Diviner delivered and started laughing. "That means the girl will not be fighting on my side then. If I can avoid that, that won't happen" Alpha Nolan said conclusively.

The air felt thick with heat and rage. “You think you’re the hero?” Alina hissed. “You think this ends with you?” “It ends with all of us,” Eden snapped, slamming Alina into a steel support beam. Alina’s lip bled, but she laughed. “Then you’ll love this.” She threw a small device onto the floor. A timer blinked to life—fifteen seconds. “Goodbye, Eden.” Alina vanished into the smoke. Eden snatched the device, yelling into her comm. “Kessler, Roman, get out! Detonation—fifteen seconds!”

* she hissed. Her twisted smile widened. "You’ve already lost." The Final Duel Damien surged forward, clashing with Natalia’s combat blade, sparks flying as steel met steel. Every strike was fueled by hatred... and vengeance. "You can’t stop me..." she snarled. "I am the end." Damien’s voice dropped... deadly calm: "Not anymore." Countdown to Annihilation Suddenly... The reactor core countdown timer blazed across the flickering command interface: 00:09:45... Less than ten minutes... until global missile launch. An Impossible Decision

"Your own siblings. Five of them." Annitore didn't flinch. "I did." "Then you're a monster," Annie said, her voice breaking. "You're evil. I don't care what they did to you. I don't care what happened to your father. You became exactly what you chose to become." Annitore smiled, "Perhaps. But I immortal monster. So I'd say it was worth it." She took a step toward Annie, and suddenly she shifted. The storyteller vanished. "I'm not a storyteller," Annitore said, flames beginning to dance along her fingertips, "and now, it's time for me to get back to my husband. And I'm going through your body to do it."

a voice echoed. It didn't come from a speaker. It came from everywhere. It was a sound layered with a billion whispers the voices of the forgotten, the deleted, the overwritten. From the center of the golden spiral, a shape coalesced. It wasn't a Sentinel. It was a humanoid figure made of static, constantly shifting. One moment it was an old man, the next a young girl, then a soldier in armor I didn't recognize. The Null-Mind. "You call us the Enemy," the figure said, settling on the face of a middle-aged woman with sad eyes. "But we are the Custodians. We are the ones who keep the system clean."