World Destroyer Novels & Stories

He adjusted a lever and started shooting Dorin with fire bullets. Dorin simply stretched out his hands to stop the bullets which seemed to be sucked in and disappeared in thin air. “What did he do?” the onlookers asked. “Why did the bullets disappear?” “He created a space between him and the bullets,” Mordecai explained as he watched, his opponent lying on the wet ground. “The space he created had no air within it, thus the fire was snuffed out.” “Like a vacuumed...” Xander whispered low. “I’m not done yet!” Dorin’s opponent turned a knob, this time, large ice bullets formed and rushed towards Dorin, passing through the thick wall of air, but it hit a wall of fire this time, melting the bull

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.

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.

Keira The world seems to crumble at my feet as I reread the words over and over, trying to make sense of them. ‘Good day! This is Tanya from HR. We regret to inform you that your contract with RAZE company has been terminated. Your final payment will be wired to your registered bank with us. Thank you for sharing your talents with us, and good luck in your future endeavors.’ That’s it, then? I’m fired? They basically said, ‘Here’s your final pay. Don’t bother coming to work on Monday.’

“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.

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.

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and