The Destroyer Novel Novels & Stories

"Valentina Cruz. You look like your mother. She was beautiful too but stubborn. It got her killed." Rage flared hot in Catalina's chest. "Don't you dare…." "Save your anger," Esteban said mildly. "You'll need it." He stepped forward, and the hooded figures moved with him like shadows. "You've caused quite a mess tonight. Destroyed a sacred chamber, broke one of the Church's bindings and killed a Keeper." "Good," Catalina spat. "I'll kill more if I have to." Esteban laughed. It was soft, almost amused. "Spirited. I see why my son is so taken with you. But spirit won't save you now."

I am glad that none of them knew me I will send the Queen a Fire Message and let her know and see what she wants me to do I was on my way to her any when after I was banished. Note Dear Queen Destiny, My name is Sawyer Benson, I am from the Wild Frost pack out of Maryland I was banished a few days ago because I refused to married the man my father wanted me to and I told him I wanted my fated mate being of Alpha blood and all, Well while I was making my way down to your pack I have stumbled on a Rogue pack that has 6 very interesting people that I believe you and your royal warriors are looking for the Rogue leader is very friendly with me and I am willing to do anything to help you and your

The light burst outward, consuming the darkness, and in that suspended heartbeat, I saw the truth. The prophecy wasn’t about one bridge—it was about two. One of blood. One of love. One to destroy, one to redeem. And I realized, with a hollow ache, that Grayson was the destroyer. I was the other. The light burned brighter until it swallowed everything. When I woke, the world was silent. The stronghold was gone—nothing but ash and embers beneath a bruised sky. Kael was kneeling beside me, his arm bandaged, his face streaked with soot.

It would appear that the power of the destroyer was quite extraordinary. Clark laughed coldly, the black energy on him thickened as he said, "It's like what you see, ordinary spiritual shields can't stop my destructive power. My God of Destruction blessed me with special powers. The power of the destroyer! I can easily kill you with the power of the destroyer even if you're a peak Sanctuary level cultivator like me." Wilbur seemed composed in comparison to Clark's arrogance. He maintained a blank expression as he said calmly, "I could've killed you earlier, and I can take your life right now. You're my prey. Give me intel on Greensource Corp or die. You have no other choice."

The first thing I saw that morning was blood. Not mine. At least, not yet. It was splattered across the white marble floor outside my father's study, mixed with the broken pieces of a glass vase. I stopped walking so abruptly that the heel of my shoe scraped against the floor. For a few seconds, I simply stared. The blood was still wet. A small drop slid slowly along the edge of a broken piece of glass before falling onto the marble. My stomach turned. I looked around the hallway.

Isabella I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing, i turned it off as I sat up still feeling pains all over my body. My body ached as a result of what that monster did to me yesterday. Sometimes, I wish that I wasn't adopted by the Williams family then maybe I wouldn't have met that asshole, Victor Williams. I stood up from my large sized pink bed reluctantly and went to my door locking it shut before I went to the bathroom. I can not take any chances, who knows, Victor might just come in.

" Just call me if you need anything. No, he wasn't going to call his mother or any of his friends. He left a message for Merilee that he would be on deck and picked up Thunder struck, the book he'd he had brought and tried to read on the plane. At that time, he was unable to concentrate. It will be who would be luckier now? The book had been written by Theresa's new boyfriend, the author Australian Damien Black. Matt had gone with the Fallons to Damien's reading and had been drawn to from the passage Damien had read. He was about to buy the book when Theresa stopped him.

My dragon whimpered in pain too, and suddenly I felt ashamed so I turned my head to stare out the window. It is as they say, the truth will hurt. He and I are still strangers even if we share the same blood. But I won’t give up on Syria, my dragon is telling me to protect her and Brock had hurt her somehow. I will get through Brock whether he likes it or not. The drive back to the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack took almost five hours. Syria had fallen asleep in the backseat and Brock had just pulled up the car in front of Hunter’s house.

Some were sitting perfectly still but had trouble breathing, some were feeling restless while others could feel a flutter in their stomachs. Among them, a figure sat calmly, mirroring the grief of the others by a watery eye or a look of encouragement. It was all a ruse ... a mask of pain deceiving the people around, making them think that this mind was capable of feeling sadness. It wasn’t. That emotion had long gone ... substituted by hate. For the last six months, this mind had only one thought ... one purpose, the destruction of Esha Arora. I can’t stop now. There’s more work to be done. The rain started drumming heavily against the dark windows

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" A blood curdling scream awoke me from my pleasant dreams. I shot up in my bed, looking around frantically. More screams and shouts rang through the air. I jumped out of bed and ran to the balcony, the sight before me made my blood run cold. Bodies upon bodies were scattered about the courtyards and gardens, soldiers were fighting desperately to hold their ground as more and more of the dark soldiers poured into the courtyard fighting ferociously destroying everything in their path. My home has been turned into a slaughterhouse. I saw some of the servants and maids running frantically away from the overwhelming swarm of darkly armored soldiers, some of which gave chase to the