Train Destruction Oblivion Novels & Stories

I just set everything aside. Yes, it's agreed that I'm mad at him. If there's this one person, I can murder without being persecuted by the justice system, then it's going to be him. I want him destroyed; we all want him destroyed but then, in a quick swerve, something silent but deadly consciousness swept over me. I just realized that maybe the best way to destroy him is really to break his heart to thousands of pieces where he can't even put all of the pieces back together. It's to my best knowledge that every heart is delicate, and we just have our unique ways of building a wall or molding a shield to protect it from any terrorist and toxicity. I'm not planning to destroy that wall becaus

Hell, her reaction this morning wasn't even an overreaction if they ask him. However, her thirst for the truth will definitely put her to danger. It worries him that she might cross borders that are not meant for humans to step over. That's the main reason why hunters like him exist. They are the only ones who can move and poke their noses into human and vampire businesses. Her lights went out and he even saw her silhouette as she moved to the wall before the lights went off. That was his cue to go inside and walk upstairs. Mrs. Dawson is already waiting in front of her own unit.

Catalina surged forward. “Where?” Isa marked it on the map. An abandoned rail yard outside Bogotá. A cold-storage unit marked Retiro 9. Lucien ordered both teams to converge. The feed from their body cams streamed in—flickering, lagging, grainy—but they were moving. Mateo’s voice came through the radio: “We breach in five.” Catalina closed her eyes. She whispered a prayer. Not to a god she believed in, but to the child who once held butterflies and made her forget her fury.

The tires spun briefly on the slick earth before gripping. “I don’t know you, fucking psycho. Where the hell are you taking me?!” Matteo gasped, wiping the rain and a few stray tears from his face. His eyes were wide, holding a terrifying mix of shock and pure, white-hot hatred for me The expression satisfied my ego. I glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting his gaze. A small smile crept up my lips “Somewhere quiet,” I replied, pressing the accelerator. “Somewhere far from your grieving family, far from your father’s control, and definitely far from that arranged bride you’re desperately trying to avoid.”

Left a shell behind. One clean bullet later, Dante stood alone. And he finished what the old man started. I remembered it too clearly. Weeks after the funeral, Dante started peeling the Morellis apart. Not with brute force. With silence. With precision. Drones. Remote charges. Strikes timed down to the second. No bluster. No heat. Just pieces falling off a dying empire while Dante watched from behind his screens. Safe houses. Convoys. Supply chains. Leaders. Gone. They didn’t even know where to look. By the time they realized it was him, there was nothing left to fight.

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Soon, the Veyron shot to a highway far outside Zamri—the air was still rife with the scent of gasoline, and debris that had yet to burn off. Frank was clicking his tongue, impressed. The saboteurs were good at their job, burning down over a dozen delivery trucks and destroying all the equipment transported. Bold, even.

Previously, this responsibility was held by Gamma Darwin, who was lost in the battle when Draven had control over Tribiano. Led by Gamma Darius, the fighters of Tribiano trained with determination. They trained in the thick forests around the town, where the tall trees offered both hiding spots and challenges. Each day, the sounds of swords clashing, fighters shouting, and bodies hitting the ground reverberated through the woods. Darius pushed them to excel, expecting nothing short of perfection. They worked on their fighting abilities, sharpened their senses, and reinforced their unity as a team. The warriors were taught to not only rely on their physical strength but also on their instinct

I frowned in confusion. "You'll need to cross the treacherous Blue Sea. Many have perished in its depths, and their bodies were never found. Lucifer is cunning, and I've never been to his lair, but I've heard he has creatures and demons guarding it, even more formidable than mine. To defeat him, you must destroy his heart. You'll see a green light near it. If you destroy it, he'll lose much of his power, and then you can kill him," he explained.

The path to freedom was dead. A massive, three-ton structural pillar—solid concrete reinforced with dense titanium rebar—had collapsed directly across the primary exit tracks. It was a solid, impassable wall of rubble, burying the automated blast gates under a mountain of smoking debris. There was no maneuvering around it. There was no reversing. Behind us, the fuel extraction lab exploded in a towering column of green plasma fire, the shockwave violently rocking the heavy transport forward. "Dominic!" I shrieked, my thumbs locking onto the primary throttle. "Get in!"