Brightest Doom Novels & Stories

She took out the knife and held it on both palms before walking over to the table where, she dropped it. "I made this for myself, if I ever leash out, I want you guys to take my life, for your safety!" She begged in tears "I don't think it is needed!" "You are not the impending doom." John said, glancing at the faces of Khloe, Maria and Butt. "I met Gefion in Abaddon, again.." She hinted to me..."in instantem damnationem mortis est et tenebrae." "In instantem damnationem mortis est et tenebrae!" Butt repeated. The impending doom is death and darkness.. He had a frown on his face after he translated what Gefion told him.

"Ouch!! Are you saying I'm sweet?" "Gosh!! Who gave you sweetness,you're horrible than vinegar" "But I saw you staring" "Staring at what?" "You knew what you were staring at" "I was only looking at your ugly black jacket scaring the shit out of me" "Ah!! Caught you!! You were staring at my cute face" "No way,you're worse than the devil,lucifer is better than you" "Ouch I'm jealous,Lucifer has taken my place,maybe I should undergo tutorials from him"

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

She said softly, "Don't be afraid, Adam. It's me, Ms. Clark. I'm here to help you. If you're scared, just knock." I lifted my hand and placed it against the coffin wall, gathering all the strength I thought I had, but there was no sound. Cluelessly, I looked at my hands. They were trembling as I tried again. My palm passed straight through the coffin and into the endless darkness. Was I dead? Before I could even process what was happening, Ms. Clark anxiously shouted, "Adam, say something! Aren't you afraid of the dark? Why aren't you answering? Did something happen to you?"

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

“You’ve always been so bold, haven’t you? Do you even understand what we are capable of? What we can do?” “I do,” Damien replied without hesitation. His fingers flexed at his sides, his knuckles cracking slightly. “That’s why I can say with certainty—you are no match for me. If you don’t want to get hurt, I suggest you leave.” As soon as the words left his lips, the dim, flickering torches that lined the walls flared to life, burning an unnatural, blinding white. The sudden burst of pure, untainted light made several demons recoil in fear, their expressions twisting into ones of unease.

His mouth opens, closes again, but no sound comes out. I turn away. “Go back to your Luna, Kael. You chose your crown; keep it.” I walk toward the lounge. The air shifts as I near the window. The tall man there finally turns around. His eyes catch the light — a strange, stormy gray. A faint smile curves his lips, not warm, not cold. “Alpha Doom,” I say quietly. He inclines his head. “Luna Elara.” Kael stiffens behind me. Doom’s gaze slides past him, back to me. “I’ve been waiting.”

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

Maybe he was more crybaby, though, than he initially thought. "Goodbye..." The boy took a deep breath, and with all his power, stabbed the dragon without hesitation. A heartbreaking scream shook the whole building and the boy's soul at the same time. Stormbreaker's breathtaking eyes began to lose their glimmer while the boy could detect various emotions appearing momentary in them. Fear, relief, even affection. However, there was no resentment in his eyes. And as they closed, the world seemed to lapse into silence as if it wanted to mourn its fallen king, as if it wanted to honor him with all the glory he deserved. An ancient dragon had died, a child that had conquered the destiny had been b