Doctor Doom Death Battle Novels & Stories

The battle between humanity and doom is at its peak. Each second that pass, someone sacrifices their life, someone weeps from the loss of loved one, someone fighting for another chance in life. Yet, no one wanted to give up. No one wanted to die without a fight. Now that the vaccine has been completed and at its production, everyone was more energized fighting against the undead. The only thing they fear now is the arrival of the monarch. Despite the strengths of several sectors combined, the possibility of defeating the current monarch is not even close to 50%. The monarch reigning the undead was as strong as Dior Lee, the first monarch, or perhaps even stronger than him.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Every muscle on his body was tensed, veins protruding. Did I mention he was also totally naked? I repeat, its a very good thing no nosey neighbours peeked through their doors to see a man getting choked to death by two angry gay men. Two angry gay men with massive erections I might add. "Troy," Jacob said, "let him speak," "Fine," he grunted as I dropped to the floor with a thud, fighting the dazzling stars that flooded my vision. "Your brother…car crash. He's in hospital. Jimmy rang."

He slurred and lightly shook his head, "You would've not been this much hurt right now." I released his hair and shifted in agitation as I stood up straight. Dizziness swarmed over my vision making my gaze fall on my arm to notice that the white material of the bandage is now all red, tainted with my blood. I ignored that as I pulled my gun out. Pulling back the safety, I pressed the barrel against his temple, "Now tell me, if I killed you, if you died, who is gonna give a shit, who is gonna cry over you, mourn you?"

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.

The shockwave sent the remaining mercenary flying and shattered the glass in the lighthouse windows above us. ​The Duke’s silver eyes flickered. He gasped, his body jerking as the two personalities fought for control. The shadows around us began to dissolve into mist. ​"Elowen..." his voice was human now. Weak. "You... you're stronger than the Jump." ​"I’m the one who decides if we live or die," I said, my hand still pinned to his chest. "Not you. Not Silas. Me." ​Just as the "Doctor" started to surface, a red dot appeared on my shoulder.

I glanced toward Doom, and Chris’s gaze followed mine. The smile that had been playing on his lips vanished, replaced by something much darker. Without a word, he pulled a pistol from his jacket and, in one fluid motion, aimed it at Doom’s forehead. Before anyone could react, Chris pulled the trigger. The gunshot was deafening, the sound reverberating through the room. Doom crumpled to the floor, his body hitting the ground and blood dripping around his head area. Chris slowly lowered the gun as he turned his attention back to me.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

"he was mine from the start.. even if I die now, he still won't love you" She smirk when she noticed the angry expression on Rachel's face and she was glad her plans were working perfectly "What did you just say?" Rachel asked already pissed off "Girls, let's deal with her" She commanded and immediately, Chloe, Halle and Stephanie each took a bat and started hitting her mercilessly She groan in pain as the bat made contact with her skin. She was becoming Weak and was already half paralyzed. She couldn't fight back because she was damn tired "She's going to die" Halle yelled