Brightest Doom Novels & Stories

she replied quietly. Doreon had to force himself to reflect on every word that came out of his mouth, he was not in front of one of his knights or in front of Nathan. The one in front of him was one of the most powerful creatures that existed, it was a Deorgh and was able to destroy him in half a breath. Doreon stood up straight as he walked, and forced himself to alert all the senses, especially his mouth that sometimes seemed to have a life of its own.

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He fell into that abyss, swallowed whole and silent, dropping toward a place with no light and no echo. Damon’s world went dark. “Damon! Someone call the healer!”

Just before the end, in a sudden burst of terminal lucidity, his eyes cleared for a fleeting moment. He fixed me with a death stare, his lips trembling. But in the end, he only managed a few indistinct gasps filled with unrelenting resentment before the life in him was completely extinguished. I stood at the bedside, quietly watching the monitor flatline without any expression. The funeral was modest yet dignified. Dressed in black with a white flower pinned to my chest, I laid a bouquet of lilies—his least favorite flower—on the grave. The media captured my faintly reddened eyes and solitary profile, portraying me as resilient.

I could feel his dark eyes, it was darker than anything I’ve seen. Then… he grabbed my hand, dragging me towards the staircase. The direction he followed next made me know I was doomed. What was gonna be my fate now?. I thought as my heart kept thudding inside my chest.

Dark. "Come on Claus, cover me…" I say to my best friend and right-hand man. Before I go out behind the car and shoot the motherfuckers who decided to come attack me. "Just do the Dark shots," he replies, looking at me with annoyance. He smiled when he noticed how much it overwhelms him to have to shoot, he's not that good with weapons, at least not like the rest or Max. I look over my shoulder through the window of the armored van in which we came to have a clearer idea of ​​the location of the men attacking us.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

She dragged my body through the floor, pulled me back into the nightmare and shut the door behind me. “Who are you?” I gagged while stuttering. She crouched down and pinned her hand on my forehead. “Your doom.” Her sweet yet mocking voice rang in my ears, as life slipped from me and the world burned into darkness.

Everyone watching yelled and cried in fright. It lifted her up from the ground with the tentacle like arm right through her chest. Immediately after the creature impaled another person that had rushed to go help the girl that tried to escape: A boy, Whom had rushed over to the girl. "Now no one escapes, until I kill your leader " the creature said. Everyone turned to Damian who had proclaimed himself as the leader for him to do something . "I'm not... I'm not.... The..... " Damian cried out in terror as they all looked at him,he broke down and wept, mumbling out words as he tried to deny it

The word drips with such venom, such absolute loathing. Dom's response is characteristically blunt. "I thought that was obvious." The casual dismissal pushes Caedrim over the edge. He snarls—not like a human, but more animalistic—and his hands begin to glow with dark energy that seems to eat the light around it. A second later, he launches a wave of pure darkness at Dom.