Train Destruction Oblivion Novels & Stories

“Hopefully, the building's system has already detected the problem.” “It should.” He put his phone away. “Someone will come.” I nodded and leaned against the wall. The elevator was strangely quiet. I could hear the soft hum of the emergency lights and the occasional creak of the machinery somewhere above us. I checked my watch. My father was probably already waiting. “This is going to be a disaster.” Luxxe glanced at me. “It's an elevator malfunction.” “You don't know my father.” “No,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “I don't.”

A lightning strike. For the next twenty minutes, the drive was smooth on the highway. Then the earth shook. Out of nowhere. BOOM! The loud explosion shook the whole bridge. Rosen gasped as cars appeared. Three of them. Black SUV’S. “Fuck!” Killian cursed as the unmarked vehicles boxed them in. Who were these bastards? Crows? Hired guns? Gunfire erupted instantly, rounds cracking against the reinforced glass as Ciel tried to avoid a crash. Rosen stifled a breath. His hands flew over his head.

His hybrid wolf core throbbed with an aggressive momentum, sending a wave of absolute readiness through the shared pack bond to the vanguard drivers waiting in the yard outside. Maximo reached down and connected the main ignition lead to Leo’s detonator block, his calloused thumb clicking the safety bracket into position with a definitive snap. "The first battalion trucks are lined up at the main exit gate, Leo. The logistics trailers are already moving down the lower rail spur under a three-man rear guard. The moment you trip this switch, we have exactly four minutes to clear the valley parameters before the blast furnace pressure plates rupture." "Get to your command vehicle, Dad," Leo sai

"Let the lead chassis clear the granite overhang." Fifty yards down the trail, the timber line buckled. A massive steel snout smashed through a dense thicket of young pines, throwing up chunks of frozen mud and shattered branches. The light tank—a retrofitted, iron-plated beast painted in the harsh, geometric gray-and-black camo of the Coalition—crawled into the narrow bottleneck. Right behind it, bumper-to-bumper, four dark troop carriers rumbled forward, their exhaust pipes belching thick black smoke into the cold air. Tristan crouched five feet to my left, his thumb resting lightly on the brass safety lid of his remote detonator. His dark eyes flickered toward me, a slow, lethal smile tou

"Move! Now!" They broke away from the obsidian console, sprinting toward the reinforced freight elevator as the massive server cathedral behind them began to shut down in a cascading series of electrical explosions. The violet glow died, replaced by the harsh, pulsing red of emergency backup strobes. Vesper's new suit had just been burned to the frame, but out in the dark, rising floodwaters of the North Sea, Noah knew Thorne and his sovereign cartel would be waiting for whatever crawled out of the wreckage.

The map highlights a secret fault line that, if detonated, would cause our entire stone keep to collapse into the sea, spelling total annihilation for our pack and eradicating centuries of ancestral heritage in a single catastrophic tremor. Daryl's jaw clenches with a silent, deadly fury as he recognizes the traitorous elder who once swore sacred oaths of loyalty at his father's coronation, his knuckles turning stark white as his grip on his heavy broadsword tightens to the point of snapping the leather wrapping. He realizes his family's legacy is about to be wiped out by these traitors. He looks at me and Shane, gesturing for us to prepare our remaining explosives to sabotage the factory's

No more toll to pay? "AAAAARGHH!!" Derek let out a low, animal growl, his eyes bloodshot. If he'd just come along a little later, even a little bit later! He'd have lost none of his supplies, still had his woman, and could have even watched the whole spectacle from the sidelines! "I lost so much... I lost so damn much..." Derek panted, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield. Suddenly, his eyes locked in place. Across that scorched ground lay wreckage from destroyed vehicles everywhere. Most of it was scrap, but plenty of supply crates, weapons, and even intact tires and engine parts were scattered among the ruins.

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.

I got up my seat picked up my bag and reluctantly made my way out once again checking her empty seat out. I and Jes were seated in our seats. Jes was doing something on her phone and I was driving us home but however my mind was still stuck at Amara.. Her crying face printed in my brain haunting me every second but what scared me most was Troy. He could be close to her and make her smile while I was the one hurting her every single time. I hated it.. I hated the distance between us.. but why? why do I even care.

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.