The Destroyer Novel Novels & Stories

The Fall of an Empire As the reactor core imploded, Natalia Cross staggered, bloodied but still defiant, her twisted smile burning. "You think... this ends... with me?" Before she could strike again, Damien’s dark eyes burned cold... unyielding. “It already has.” The platform collapsed, swallowing her into the blazing abyss. Extraction and Silence Breathless, we boarded Rook’s VTOL, hauling Kyle and Vanessa aboard just as the warship exploded, vanishing beneath the churning ocean. After the War Hours later... The storm broke, leaving calm seas... and silent skies. Damien’s fingers brushed mine, steady and warm... unyielding.

The realization was life threatening. "So what happens next," Leonard was the only one steady enough to ask. "We find him." Rufus answered in a ragged whisper. "My kindreds must not know I killed the Alpha. There have been murmurs ever since the red moon. We must act fast." And with that, the both party dispersed, none of them trusting themselves anymore than they did before. Any one of them would do anything to save their heads but they had a common goal. To conceal the truth. ***

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.

I just set everything aside. Yes, it's agreed that I'm mad at him. If there's this one person, I can murder without being persecuted by the justice system, then it's going to be him. I want him destroyed; we all want him destroyed but then, in a quick swerve, something silent but deadly consciousness swept over me. I just realized that maybe the best way to destroy him is really to break his heart to thousands of pieces where he can't even put all of the pieces back together. It's to my best knowledge that every heart is delicate, and we just have our unique ways of building a wall or molding a shield to protect it from any terrorist and toxicity. I'm not planning to destroy that wall becaus

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

I clutched them tightly and continued my search until I saw a shark circling around her. my brown eyes transformed into a fiery yellow, my hands radiating flames. I directed the fire straight at the menacing shark that threatened Destiny. The flames struck the predator, causing it to sink instantly. I moved over to the defeated shark, its mouth wide open, and without hesitation, I tore its jaws apart. With Destiny in my arms, appearing barely alive, I swam upward, resurfacing as I sensed the presence of dangerous fish lurking nearby. I swam as fast as i could,to reach the safety of dry land.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Her smile was bright and carefree, untouched by the tragedy that would later consume her. With trembling hands, Daniel tried to remove the photograph. A shard of broken glass sliced into his finger, and blood dripped onto the floor. But he paid no attention to the pain because behind the backing of the frame, he found the necklace Anne gave me. I hid it there. Daniel stared at the necklace. Then suddenly, my words from the Judgment Platform flashed through his mind. "...the time... hasn't come yet..." Daniel shot to his feet. He grabbed the desk lamp and smashed it down onto the pendant.

Cheryl cried out and reached for him, but he flung her hand away immediately. But it was already over. The thick stacks of research papers curled in the flames, turning into ash in the blink of an eye.

DANTE Darkness cloaked the mansion in early morning stillness. Its grandeur was drowned in shadow. A weight pressed against my chest, fractured dreams clinging like cobwebs. I threw off the covers and headed for the shower. Hot water pummeled my skin, steam wrapping around me, heavy and suffocating. It burned away sleep but didn’t touch the storm in my head. Marisol wasn’t just a complication. She was a reminder. A trigger I hadn’t seen coming.