World Destroyer Novels & Stories

Xander stood by his side, both were looking worriedly at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he called back at Mordecai. “You’re just messing with my head.” Dorin’s eyes widened. The people moving towards Dorin fell to the ground, the air knocked out of them. “Now, we continue.” Dorin faced Mordecai once more. He had always loved fighting strong opponents. It means he could let it all out and fight with his real strength, but with his id now in his Phasma core, he was able to calm himself as he continued the duel.

But they weren’t always that way. Dead Worlds were worlds that served the stage for battles amongst the gods. These were worlds that were once thriving and brimming with life, but had been destroyed after constantly hosting the wars of powerful gods and Origin Artefacts. These were worlds that failed to survive during the Chaotic Era. One of these worlds was Alr. Alr was more desolate than any other world in the universe. There wasn’t a patch of grass or a well of water in the entire planet. It was the true definition of the word barren.

Regardless of their misfortunes, Abbadon picked up his trust and faithfulness. "Sire, they have arrived," one of the followers informed them. Abbadon smiled wickedly as she walked past them. "Let's greet our guests." A black dress covered her body as she walked towards the tunnel connecting the temple to the outside of the mountain. When she came out of the mountain, Abbadon's smile grew wider when she spotted Judah standing among the werewolves and daemons. He was wielding the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer, a weapon that she specifically created to destroy the world when it was in its completed form. But even when it was in its incompleted world, it still could cause destr

The worst vision was the last: Liora standing alone in a dead world, whispering, “Why didn’t you save me?” Serena screamed, collapsing to her knees as blood trickled from her nose. The visions were too strong — the Eclipse Council was using them as a weapon. Kael roared and charged Vesperian, but the fallen angel simply laughed and vanished through a closing portal, leaving his echoes to fight. Damien fought like a demon, tearing through the shadowy figures, but they kept reforming. Liora, terrified, tried to help again. Her power surged uncontrollably, creating a massive tri-colored explosion that destroyed the remaining echoes… but also cracked the observatory dome dangerously.

" I am Doom! And will forever be Doom, No one crosses my path unless he desired death and chaos, I have been Absorbing Galaxies and Planets for Centuries now, This time when I Lord Doom has finally gain control over this Reality " " Reality will fall "

My lips flew open and a resounding growl left my lips from the pain I felt. “Who took her?” I growled “I don't know but they have a tattoo of a trident on their arms, and they said something about payback time,” Instantly, I froze dead on my spot. For an unbelievable second, I couldn't move a muscle. Dami’s words punctured my heart further. They weren't rogues. They are from the Hades Pack. An enemy pack outside the walls of my territory.

I ask in a challenge. Ethan grins, then points his arm straight to his left without breaking eye contact. “Wanna bet?” he asks, eyebrow quirking in a challenge, as my eyes land on the shooting game he just pointed at. “Loser buys snacks.” I bark out a harsh laugh. “Oh, you are so on! There are many things I’m good at, but it appears killing zombies isn’t one of them. In the end, Ethan wins and I whine all the way to the snack bar.

“WAHH!” Zed saw how many people are injured and that some of the merchants are the one making the place chaotic, attacking all the people that they see on sight. With the soldiers or the nearest Carrier a few blocks away, Zed is the only one that can defend the people living in that place from the people that terrorizes the citizens. “Looks like I will be the one to do this but thanks to that, I will use this as an opportunity to see what I can do.” He said to himself and then disables the nearest terrorist close to him.

And I unleashed another discovery Bobby and I had made on a boring summer day. A huge aerosol can of industrial strength cleaner I’d found on the shelf. I held the ‘aim’n flame’ lighter to its nozzle, triggered the flame, depressed the spray, and a fountain of beautiful orange-red flames engulfed the mass of deformed flesh lurching toward me, hitting it full in the face.

The war room had become their world, a chaotic and brilliant maelstrom of strategy, firepower, and vengeance. Amara and Dante, a formidable partnership forged in the crucible of betrayal and loss, were a single, unstoppable force. Their combined empires, a brutal mix of old-world intimidation and new-world technology, were a terrifying symphony of destruction. They were a hurricane of power, a force of nature that tore through the global cartel's defenses, one meticulously planned strike at a time. The final war, a brutal, uncompromising clash of two worlds, was in full swing.