Train Destruction Oblivion Novels & Stories

Julian roared, his voice a dominant, predatory command that echoed through the courtyard as he caught Vivian’s staggering frame, scooping her small body completely up into his arms and pivoting back toward the opening. ​The tracked transport sled surged through the widening gap, its rubber tracks screaming against the pristine, dry titanium floor plates of the hub’s staging bay. ​But as the heavy blast doors began their automated closing sequence to seal the wasteland out, a sudden, high-velocity kinetic impact shattered the quiet. ​BANG. ​A heavy, military-grade anti-materiel round tore through the narrowing gap from the ridge above, striking the concrete door frame just inches from Julian’

he rasped, the violet light returning to his eyes—not because of the Sovereign, but because of the raw, human obsession that fueled him. "I'm your fool," I said, catching him as he stumbled toward me. We leaned on each other, a broken Architect and a shattered Shield, as the base began to shake. The "Purge" wasn't just a fire; it was a series of atmospheric implosions designed to collapse the tunnels into the mountain. "The hangar," Nevan said, coughing up blood. "There's a... a courier craft. Old school. No link. Just engines."

The lead truck crashed back down onto its side as Dante's grip finally failed, the massive iron axle snapping in half with a sound that echoed across the waterfront like a thunderclap. The soldier in the turret was thrown from his seat, his helmet cracking against the concrete, the solid Obsidian-Violet light in his eyes flickering twice before turning a dull, human brown. He looked around the smoking courtyard with a sudden, terrified confusion, the dead woman’s neural link severed by the physical destruction of the vehicle’s satellite array. "Retreat!" a voice screamed from the rear of the convoy. "The ridge is giving way! The whole sector is sliding into the water!"

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.

And most importantly, they desperately wanted to get as far away from the city as possible. The moment the truck finally drove through the city gate and reached a safe distance outside the ruined city, the ground behind them suddenly began to shake. BOOM! A massive explosion erupted inside the city. Then another. BOOM! BOOM! One explosion after another tore through the streets, causing several damaged buildings to collapse. Flames spread through the city as Ivy's system carried out the command she had already given it. The objective was simple: destroy the countless monster corpses before they could become a source of contamination and put the surrounding areas at risk.

" I turned and stepped into the Rolls-Royce waiting at the curb. The tinted windows slid up, muffling the desperate wails and curses from Gary and Rita behind me. Then, inside my mind, the familiar robotic voice finally spoke. [Mission complete! The Newark Group has been dismantled. The original Abby's lingering resentment has fully dissipated. Host performance rating: S. Preparing to exit the world…] I closed my eyes and sank into the soft leather seat. A faint, relieved smile tugged at my lips. In this world—where the strong devour the weak—only building wealth and power never betray you. As for cheap family affection and fake love? Throw them in the trash. They'd just take up space. The E

"By being exactly what we are. Flawed. Broken. But trying anyway. That's what they wanted to see. Not perfection. Potential." The facility began shaking. Self-destruct sequence activating. "We need to move," James groaned, getting to his feet. "Now." They ran. Through corridors. Past sleeping guards beginning to wake. Up levels. Toward the exit. Behind them, explosions. The facility collapsing. Erasing evidence. Erasing history. They reached the plane. Lifted off as the mountain imploded. Watching it burn. In the silence after, Nickey turned to Trina. "Did you really design a kill switch? Or was that a bluff?"

“Thirty minutes, max. We're almost done.” Eva's focus returned to the device. “Make sure it's enough to take out the entire room.” A sly grin spreads across the expert's face, “This baby's got a 20-foot kill zone. Nothing gets out alive. It's contained too. The blast will dissipate within the room. You'll get your clean slate.” “Forget precision." Eva orders "Let's bring the whole house down. Unleash hell. I want this building reduced to dust” She's suddenly shifting gears, and it's catching everyone off guard. She's upgrading from taking out one room to bringing down the entire building.