The Annihilator Novels & Stories

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!”

"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."

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

Reality bending around him. "You want my daughter?" he said quietly. Dangerously. "You go through me first." "Albert Morrison. Quantum physicist. Forced enhancement. Unstable." The Collector consulted datapad. "Authorization granted. Terminate if resists." They fired. Not bullets. Pure quantum disruption. Attacks designed to scatter enhanced consciousness. To dissolve abilities at molecular level. Albert phase-shifted. Appeared behind three Collectors. Touched them. They screamed. Dissolved. Scattered across dimensions where consciousness couldn't exist.

Sterling screamed, clutching his head. "A neural disruptor," I said, my voice barely audible over the hum. I had the earplugs in before I even hit the command. "Developed by the Lazarus project. It targets the inner ear of anyone not tuned to the specific frequency of the earplugs I’m wearing. You have approximately forty seconds before your brain loses the ability to process motor functions." I walked toward the lead operative, who was now on his knees, his rifle clattering to the floor. I looked down at him, my expression blank. He was a pawn. A tool. A shadow of the man Victor had become.

It was sent by the Junior Architects, the radical faction of the Father’s company that refused to accept the Council’s verdict. The blade was made of Anti-Data, designed to sever the connection between a biological brain and its "Glitched" soul. The Counter-Strike: The United Frequency The Assassin moved with the speed of a computer processor ($3.0 \text{ GHz}$), far faster than any biological reflex. But Elara wasn't just biological. She reached for the link she shared with her pack. In the "Embassy of the Void," the Feral Six acted as a Distributed Processor. Zane provided the "Grounding," absorbing the shock of the Assassin's strike.

” If you can’t kill his henchmen, then your goal is useless. “But...but...” Willow felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Azeasthrath. “I’m here for you, Will.” She smiled weakly. Quinn’s eyes glowed bright green as he smirked. “Well, you’re gonna let me overtake you today? Willow straightened up. “Not a chance”, he said and brought out his guns, The Vindicators. Weapons that used tachyon beams, and for maximum damage, they were infused with his blood, which negated any regenerative abilities. They also corroded the body of dead enemies and turned them to pure essence, which he absorbed go get stronger.

Damian said to nobody in particular. Alex thought he was going crazy until they came out. They were eight in total, probably vampires. Annabelle stood up from where she was laying down. She ran at them and took on two of them at the same time. They were trained already so the battle was going to be a hard one. She pushed her fist into one of the killer’s chest and looked him in the eyes before pulling his heart out. She was about to kill the other person when one of the killers grabbed her best friend by the hair. “Let him go or she dies!” he said