Train Destruction Oblivion Novels & Stories

One strike from him sent a man literally flying into the window. Vladislav's eyes met mine, cold and commanding. I nodded at him to go and he sighed. I could tell he didn't want to leave. Anatoly yelled from the comms. "GO! Valencia, Cover him." Vladislav turned, he grabbed a chair and smashed a tall window in, the glass shattered around like fragments of ice before he rolled through. Gun in hand.

I don't know who the hell Odessa mother thinks she is but things don't work that way, you don't go around threatening to ruin people's life just because she has the power. Odessa belongs to me and I'm not going to let anyone steal her from me. I was about to close my eyes when my phone vibrated with a message. I brought out my phone from my pocket and immediately my heart sank to my stomach. No!

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

And Travis had been there giving orders like he had any right to breathe our air. When we finally arrived, I wished we hadn't. The outpost was destroyed. Not damaged. Destroyed. Buildings blackened and caved in. Vehicles flipped and burned to nothing but metal skeletons. And the bodies. Pack members who had been stationed here. Wolves I knew by name. My hands started shaking. Not from fear. From pure rage. Colt walked through the wreckage with his jaw so tight it looked like it might crack. Damon moved through methodically, checking everything, cataloging the destruction with that cold expression he wore when he was trying not to feel anything.

"We have snipers positioned. If you say the word 'remember,' we breach immediately. Say it twice and we know you're in immediate danger. Got it?" "Got it." "Bethany. Good luck." I walked through the destroyed dinosaur exhibit. Past the dark planetarium. Toward the aquarium tunnel where my daughter waited with her father and a gun. The tunnel was partially collapsed. Glass everywhere. Water still dripping from broken tanks. Fish flopping on the floor, dying slowly. I had to climb over debris to reach the intact section where Brock waited. He saw me coming. Positioned Emma more firmly in front of him. Gun pressed to her temple.

"Boss, are you going to start a war with Evidence?' "Don't. Ask. Me. That!" Evidence response was unreadable. At this time, no one knew his plans. No one knew what he was going to do next. He screamed at the top of his voice as he hit the wall with his right hand, causing his already injured hand to bleed the more. He cried and wished this day never came. He wasn't cryimg because Mara was dead, the reason for his cry was that Since Mara was dead, how he would get hold of the property.

"It's not tracking the shard, Julian. It's running a simulation of your brain. It knows where you're going because it knows how you think." The First Strike A massive explosion rocked the road ten feet in front of the hauler. A kinetic slug, fired from an orbiting rail-gun platform that the Shattered Crown had managed to re-activate, turned a hundred-year-old pine tree into a cloud of splinters. "They're lead-compensating!" Julian screamed, slamming the hauler into a lower gear and veering off the main logging road into the untracked wilderness.

“Why are you still so stubborn? Your parents are being driven to death by your selfishness! Is your pride really more important than their lives?” Looking at my dad lying unconscious on the ground, and my mom on the verge of breaking down, I closed my eyes and swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. Forcing myself to endure the humiliation, I finally said, “Liam, I’m sor–” Before I could finish, the roar of engines suddenly echoed from the end of the street. The packed crowd split apart instantly, and a convoy led by black Hummers pulled to a stop right in front of me. Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped.

My mother fell to the ground from the shove and could only stare at me in disbelief. The crowd below erupted into even greater fury. "Kill her!” "A heartless ingrate like her deserves to be torn apart!" The execution officer frowned in disgust and shoved me hard toward the Judgment Platform. I crashed hard onto the cold metal platform. Daniel dragged his crippled leg behind him as he made his way toward me, one painful step at a time. "Faith, the Memory Extraction System is still a prototype."

A dazzling explosion sent sand and debris flying in all directions as the obelisk trembled violently before falling in on itself. The Fallout There was a strange silence in the desert as the dust fell. Buried in the sands, the obelisk was vanished, reduced to nothing but pieces. "Is it over?" With a quivering voice, I asked. "The signal is gone," Kyle said as he looked at his scanner. "For now... it’s over." Damien remarked, "Good," as he looked out over the horizon with his black gaze. "But we remain prepared. Always. A Calm Comeback