Train Destruction Oblivion Novels & Stories

"The stealth transports are grounded! A localized electromagnetic pulse is radiating directly from the ocean trench. All digital guidance systems are fried. We are completely cut off from the global army." "Then mobilise the island’s private garrison," Dominic commanded, his voice a gravelly, demonic vibration that shook the concrete floor. "Load the heavy artillery with silver nitrate and white phosphorus. If a single one of those prehistoric bastards touches the foundation of this house, I will execute you myself."

Every instinct inside me sharpened instantly. Nathan appeared behind Marcus seconds later, no longer relaxed. “Three vehicles,” he said sharply. “Armed.” Wolf. I grabbed the gun from the desk drawer without hesitation. My mother looked furious now. “Vincent wouldn’t be stupid enough—” “It’s not Vincent,” Nathan interrupted coldly. Another gunshot echoed outside. Fuck. I moved fast with Nathan beside me while security flooded the property below. The night air outside smelled like gasoline, blood, and smoke. One SUV already burned near the gates.

It looked as if a colossal, invisible eraser was casually dragging itself across a painting. Hovering above the atmosphere were the vanguard of the True Admins. They were not ships. They were colossal, perfectly smooth, featureless white obelisks, completely devoid of windows, engines, or weapons. They simply drifted, projecting a silent, invisible wave of "Null-Code" that reduced whatever it touched into absolute nothingness. "They're formatting the grid," Scarlett whispered, a cold chill running down her spine. This wasn't combat; this was an uninstallation. Caleb didn't look at the obelisks. His acute Lycan vision zoomed in on the Blackwood Wastes.

Any drogar technicians who were working down there were literally smothered by a fine powder of ores and compounds and raw materials. Some of the hatcheries and datanodes and offices were breached as well, which allowed fabrication sand to fill them up and contaminate them. But the Einherjar’s attack hardly stalled. Up above, the ships raked their beams across their targets. They literally scored them over and over until the facilities themselves could hardly remain standing. Each and every single one of the ships blasted the plateaus until every fabrication bay was nothing more than piles of useless debris. Freya and Thanatos floated above the plateau in the center and exuded an overwhelmin

I also told him who was the one who feed me lies, he took my phone, made a call and he fired him. "I love you, Stefan." I said before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I've missed your lips so much." "So did I, baby girl." He pecked my lips. "So, I have two news. The first is the band of skulls mask are dead, there was a massive fire in the outskirts of the city and that's where they were hiding. I'm guessing your ex was involved with them. Too much coincidence that all of them were hiding there." I told him.

of the North were no longer just for survival; they were for the surgical removal of the old world. ​The ruins of Oakhaven were a graveyard of glass and shattered dreams. The Sun-Tower lay like a broken spine across the city’s central plaza, its crystal shards reflecting a sky that was now a permanent, weeping grey. The "Blight-Prime" was thickest here, coiling around the base of the fallen buildings like a shroud of liquid obsidian. ​Rhea and her strike team moved through the ruins with a grim, mechanical efficiency. They didn't use the main roads; they moved through the maintenance tunnels, the "teeth" of the cold stone providing their only protection from the nanite-sludge dripping from t

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

I don’t know how to answer when I don’t even know what happened. I tried recollecting back to the events at the restaurant before I started crying more. Someone wants us to be apart, that's for sure. “Fuck shit!” he shouted and threw whatever was in hands. The pieces immediately broke scattering everywhere. I don't want to open my eyes. Please... It's just a nightmare right? Please. Daevon continued to scream, curse and throw whatever he found at the place while on the other hand, I only continued to cry; not wanting to look at him.

The tension in the air was so thick it felt like inhaling pulverized glass. "Toby, the intake vents are clear of the larger drones," Killian commanded, his Alpha voice vibrating the floorboards. "Go. Find the manual override. We need the static dead before we hit the core." Toby didn't wait for a tactical discussion. He was a silver blur, his kinetic energy cracking the pavement as he shot toward the vents. He was our ghost in the machinery, moving with a velocity that defied the heavy, stagnant pressure of the dead zone. Through the pack link, I watched his progress: a frantic series of snapshots as he dodged pressure-sensitive traps and navigated a labyrinth of copper mesh and shadow vines

Jace shouted, his tactical rifle barking as he fired at a mercenary attempting to drop into the room. Just as the mercenaries were preparing for a final, decisive push, a sound like a low-frequency earthquake rumbled through the station. The walls didn't just shake; they groaned under a massive, external pressure. Suddenly, the east wall of the station—reinforced obsidian and steel—shattered inward in a spectacular explosion of dust and debris. A massive, matte-black armored vehicle—The Titan—smashed through the wreckage, its six wheels crushing the mercenaries’ barricades as if they were made of glass.