The Destroyer Novel Novels & Stories

Wine dripped between his fingers. His voice dropped to something lethal. “I want her dead,” he said slowly. “Now more than ever.” He set the broken glass down. “But…” he added softly, almost to himself, “not yet.” Dominie felt a chill crawl up his spine. Because that tone…that wasn't mercy, that was interest, and interest from Kieran, was far worse than hatred.

Rain soaked Kai's coat as he stood by the warehouse ruins. "Damon, we should go." Damon stared at the charred walls, yellow police tape flapping in the wind. Three days since the blast, and silence hung heavy. No body—just ash from the fire that swallowed everything. Damon didn't move. Kai touched his shoulder. Damon jerked away, grabbing Kai's wrist hard enough to bruise. "Don't. I don't deserve comfort." "You didn't kill him. He set the bomb."

“Ryden just told me that I’m an abomination, a destroyer of the world.” “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Samarah spoke again. “And you do?” I snorted. “Do tell me, Samarah, at least before you die. Let the truth out. Be useful.” “Your blood is the only thing that can destroy the book.” “Wow.” I rolled my eyes. “It all started with my fucking blood, and it’s the only one that can destroy everything. That’s fucking amazing, don’t you think?”

Fire, A fragile force, Of massive destruction. Burn, Rain hell, Down on fragile earth. Rain. Rain. Rain. Hell. The Destroyer, Cain Mccarthy Cain's POV I decided to let it go, the insult by that upstart, Dean whatever his name is. I decided to get better, and the only way, destruction. Time to get to work, whatever it takes, when Dean comes again, he won't be able to touch a hair on my head, this I swear.

The darkness I keep dragging behind me everywhere I go. I grip the fork tighter. Because the worst part is not that they care about me. The worst part is realizing I would destroy the whole fucking world to protect every single person sitting at this table. And men like me were never made for happy endings. “What do we do next, Agent Kay?”

The captain’s stateroom of the destroyer felt less like a luxury suite and more like a pressurized glass coffin. Through the three-sided panoramic windows, the Pacific was a flat, lifeless expanse of leaden grey. Occasionally, the black spine of one of the six Virginia-class submarines would breach the swell like a surfacing leviathan. The low, rhythmic hum of their sonar arrays vibrated through the reinforced titanium walls, a constant, subsonic reminder to everyone inside: there were no blind spots, no exits, and no mercy left in this sector of the ocean.

"Tonight, there is no war. There is only you. And the blood of the Rose that belongs to me." As the ship tossed on the violent waves, I let myself go, drowning in the darkness of his gaze. I knew the morning would bring a global hunt and a battle at the Kremlin, but for now, in the shadow of the man who would destroy the world to keep me, I finally felt like a queen. The cliffhanger remained, however, as the radar in the bridge suddenly began to scream. A fleet of Russian destroyers had just appeared on the horizon. Killian pulled back, his eyes darkening to a lethal obsidian. He looked at the door, then back at me, a wicked, protective grin on his face.

"The roar—it’s fading. The beam is thinning." "They didn't expect that." "They’re retreating! The destroyer is pulling back! It’s losing altitude!" "They’re terrified." "Look at the ridge! The entire landscape is scorched, but we’re standing in a patch of green grass. You protected the ground underneath us." "I protected us. The grass is just a bonus." "My ears are ringing. Was that the end of it?" "That was just the introduction." "What does that mean? There’s more?" "They have hundreds of those destroyers. And they’re all coming."

I gave him a shit eating grin, while patting his head. “Please, please spare me.” He pleaded, but I wasn't one to be merciful. His unfocused eyes widened when he realised that I wasn't going to spare him. I didn't care because I had already gotten what I needed. With a swift motion towards Elijah, a bullet landed straight in his head, just between his eyebrows, ending his life. My phone vibrated in my pocket as I walked away leaving Elijah to take care of the bloody corpse. I retrieved it from my suit jacket and saw that it was a message from James.

And far away, across oceans, across forgotten ruins, the Chimera’s eyes flared red in the dark. The guardian stirred. The destroyer woke. The war was coming.