The Destroyer Novel Novels & Stories

"If someone has figured out how to bridge the Hecate Strait without a frequency, they aren't coming for trade." ​"Look," Elara whispered, pointing toward the mist. ​Through the grey shroud of the morning fog, a silhouette emerged. It wasn't a sleek Continuum needle or a bulky GSC transport. It was a massive, rusted hulk of a pre-Reset destroyer, its hull patched with scrap metal and powered by huge, soot-belching coal furnaces. It moved like a ghost from the 1940s, a primitive, clanking monster of iron.

"We kill them all." I looked at Damian. He was watching us, a small, sad smile on his face. "The builder," Damian whispered. "And the destroyer." "What?" "Nothing," Damian said. "Just remembering the fractal." --------------------------------------------------

“God is fair, and He’ll definitely make a mistress like you pay for your actions. “You’re not a cripple. Why don’t you do something productive instead of parading your misery with a child? Do you think you’re really that special? You think that if you shed a few tears, everyone will come running to rescue you?” The rest of Liana’s life was done for. Everyone had to pay the price for what they had done. There were no exceptions.

Above them, the void shimmered, no longer cold or empty, and light covered the void again, everything that had been destroyed a thousand years ago. THE END!

“It will not bloody happen. We’ll find a way.” I caress his chest distractedly and mutter, “What have you discovered?” He settles his head over his forearm and hums, “We have found some tomes that make mention of the destroyer. They were vague, but we’re hoping to find something soon.” I nod, “I want to help. Do you have any books that I can look at?” He nods. “I’ll send them to your house in the morning.” “Hopefully, something will give soon. My sister and Zoe have been calling me every day,” I mutter grumpily.

The destroyer adjusted its course and turned its port side at both frigates. Her C-ranked cannons adjusted their aim, and peppered Darius’ frigate with a barrage of shells. Though they were hardly damaged by it, their advance was greatly slowed. His frigate was also pushed down towards the ground, thanks to the unending cannonade. At the same time, the weapon atop the destroyer adjusted its arm and aimed the weapon right at Mia’s frigate. The AuralWave Disruptor didn’t have any barrels like standard guns. Instead it had two crystalline forks that were held together with a flexible omnitronium frame.

“The twins?” She nodded. “Guardian blood and Alpha blood were mixed to create the vessels.” “Then Rowan…” “Was born from both.” I stared at her. “That’s why he’s different.” “Yes.” “Why is he called the Destroyer?” The First Mother looked down at the baby in her arms. “Because every generation needs one.” “Why?” “To destroy the vessel when it becomes corrupted.” I thought about Rowan. His third seal. His silver eyes. The way the Architect wanted him.

It was something I had always wanted to do. Now, with his mind completely broken, I had the perfect reason. "Darling, don't leave me," he begged. "Please don't leave me here." I patted his face, suddenly feeling amused. "Darling? I'm not your wife anymore. You've killed me with your own hands." I hoped the psychiatric ward could cleanse Gideon of his sins. In the end, I donated all five million dollars to the Children's Fund. March's spring breeze blew gently. My life was about to begin.

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I

The skyline of the city was a jagged comb of light and shadow, but the Vance Associates tower stood like an obelisk of cold, unyielding obsidian. At 2:00 AM, the glass facade didn't reflect the moonlight; it seemed to swallow it. For Ethan, standing in the shadow of a concrete pillar across the street, the building wasn't just a masterpiece of modernist architecture—it was a monster that had raised him, and now, it was the vault holding his future hostage.