Train Destruction Oblivion Novels & Stories

Tristan screamed. The white light consumed him. He became a beacon on the front of the train. He didn't just drain the field. He reached out with a tendril of pure negation and touched the gate’s power core from a hundred yards away. OBLIVION. The force field didn't just turn off. The generator exploded. The feedback loop shattered the physical plasteel gate, turning it into a cloud of shrapnel. The Last Rites plowed through the debris cloud. Shards of plastic and metal pinged off the boiler. Tristan and Saoirse ducked low, shielding their heads.

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

"By becoming the target." "I don't like the sound of that. I really, really don't like the sound of that." "Trust me, Richard." "I’ve trusted you into a crater, into a mountain, and into a liquid mercury web. At this point, trust is just a habit." "Then keep the habit." "The destroyer is locking on. I can hear the hum of the capacitors. It’s deafening." "Close your eyes." "And if I open them and we’re ash?" "Then at least you won't have to see the mess they made."

I softened my grip just slightly—only enough so she did not jolt as the car turned corners. I did not want her distracted. I needed her focused on the plan. Tomorrow, Mark would reach out. We would trace that hidden server and expose whoever was behind this. Then we would destroy them. I pulled away from the curb and watched Eva’s door click shut. My headlights carved a path through the dark street as I eased back into traffic. The drive home was a blur of red tail lights and slick asphalt. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other on my phone, ready for Mark’s call, ready for any new piece of evidence that could point us to our enemy.

Instantly, a blood red mist sprayed out as his entire arm was blown off. "Ahhhh!" A blood-curdling scream could be heard on Lucas Brown as he wailed in fame as he gripped the bloody stamp of his arm. However, his cries of fame were soon drown out by a loud rumbling sound. Ten black land rover vehicles appeared in the distance. From one of the vehicles, a well-built man dress in black suits ordered his men in wireless earpiece. "Surround the area! Don't let anyone to leave this place not even a single bird!"

Trevor: That is the plan. DIANA: I cannot compute the survival rate of this action. Trevor: And they can't as well. Just as DIANA reports, the armed boats are now grouping themselves. The five boats are no longer in a formation and can't easily fire, Trevor takes this chance to try and attack some of the boats. Two of the boats have aligned with each other in front of Trevor's boat. Taking advantage of the situation he proceeds with a full throttle high-G burn while executing a roll slipstreaming in the middle of the two boats. Due to the reaction of their defense turrets, the boats fires at each other adding damage to what Trevor's boat did. Both ships explode as Trevor breaks away from th

I got up on instinct and started running again. Ezra called out my name and was soon following me. I thought he wouldn't be able to reach me, but before I knew it he was right behind me. The car was getting closer and closer and I had to get to the road before it passed. I couldn't breathe how fast I was running. The driver appeared to be driving distracted because he did not slow down and had every intention of continuing on his way. I hit the road with just a few seconds' head start, but I didn't stop running because Ezra wanted to stab me with the knife. The car was right in front of me and I had to pull to the side at the last moment to avoid it going over me, the next thing I heard was

And tonight, one of them wouldn’t leave this warehouse alive. He smiled grimly. “Let the bastard come.” --- Evan drove in silence. No music. No radio. Just the thrum of the engine beneath his hands and the storm building in his chest. The tracker on Adrian’s phone had been disabled, but Evan had redundancies. A signal piggybacked through Adrian’s smartwatch, faint but traceable. It led him across the city, through abandoned industrial streets, until he saw it: a lone warehouse, lights burning faintly through dirty windows.

This was Razorstrip mile, not a place for distraction, not even if the distraction had soft sad eyes and a scent that crawled under my skin like wildfire. The world narrowed to blur and speed. Lights. Asphalt. Draven was right behind me, trying to box me in, forcing me to slip. He cut into my lane, nearly slamming me into the barricade. Cheap move. I swerved, regained control, and hit the nitro boost just before the final bend. My tires screeched against the ground as I flew across the finish line— half a second ahead. The crowd erupted. My name chanted in waves. Flyers with my name and face on them flew in the air. I pulled off my helmet, and shook my hair, catching my breath.

"You're shocked right? I told you that you would pay for everything you did to me. I have decided to take my revenge in my own way, and that is by doing this." "Are you crazy, Julie? By destroying everything we've worked for over the years? By putting inncoent people in danger? Is that how you want to do it? That doesn't make sense, Julie. Just take a look at what you have done." I looked beside her and the other rogues towards the land where things are burning and no one was there anymore. The whole place was in shambles, but the only good thing was that no one appeared to be dead.