Baron Doom Novels & Stories

Sera said senselessly as she admired the house "Albert, Albert! Albert!! Its been a while I saw you... Are things going as planned? A voice echoed round the room "Yes my Lord" Albert replied while Sera kept looking around hoping to see the person talking when suddenly a man appeared from no where making her flinch slightly "Here is the girl" He said pushing Sera towards Lord Kono Lord kono was once a member of the AVOL TERRITORY ( the immortal realm) but for some reason he was cast out and he decided to take revenge with the help of Albert.

It was time for interrogation. The throne hall was dark and dusty. It sure needed some touch-up from the stables of Mara herself, but he would leave that for next time. He went to his father's long-abandoned throne and sat down on it. In the dark, the wolves could see easily, which was why no one thought about drawing the curtains. He let his blazing eyes show in the night and got himself ready. "Are you going to kill us now?" Daemon had asked. The young man would need medical attention but not so severe and not after screening.

The warriors around us had gone completely silent. The Northern wolf suddenly twisted beneath him and managed to break free. It rolled away and quickly returned to its feet. Darius also stood, but he was breathing harder now. Blood was still running from his shoulder, staining the fur around it. The warrior must have noticed his weakness because he charged at him again without giving him time to recover.

Not that I don't believe in love, but was it really possible for your heart to beat to someone without Weaver's intervention? "Are you done?" I asked Doom as he ran toward me. "Woah!" he exclaimed. He was wearing a broad smile on his face and twinkling eyes, "I just saw a dragon's nest. A baby Bakunawa hatched before my very eyes," "Of course, what do you expect in this base?" I replied, rolling my eyes.

‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon. Sophia was stunned by his voice but she wasn’t expecting him to call her Laera, which only the royals should be called. “I-I am not a princess. I’m Sophia Marshall,” she said. The dragon continued to stare at him before he snorted, at least that was how Sophia interpreted the air coming out from his nose. ‘You were betrayed by your kingdom. You are the princess of life, and the aide of the Bane of the dragons. Lady Sophia Laera.’

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Classic. My throat tightened, but I smothered it with sarcasm before it could rise. “What? You think Matteo gave me cooties?” I said, biting down the word trauma before it could slip into the open air. Luciano didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. “I think he’s not above injecting people with things that rot them from the inside.” “Charming.” I turned to the doctor. “Alright, Dr. Doom, do your worst.”

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

As the medical team rushed in to stabilize him, I stood coldly aside, expressionless, like a detached observer. … A few days later, at Gunner Corp's press conference, I stood under the glaring lights in a sharply tailored black suit. My face showed fatigue, but my gaze was unwavering. Facing the cameras and murmuring media, I bowed deeply. "Thank you, everyone, for your concern regarding myself and my husband, Mr. Wilson Gunner." My voice carried a faint rasp of exhaustion. "It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that my husband had a rare case of Fournier gangrene. Although his life was saved through intensive care, he suffered extremely severe complications, resulting in… massive,

The voice on the other end was deep, controlled, and completely unhurried. "Miss Arande." My grip tightened on the phone. "This is Marcus Donovan."