Doofenshmirtz Novels & Stories

“Did you know that Michael was never going to show up or what?” Ichabod shrugged, “no, I didn’t know he wasn’t going to show up and….” He chuckled and stopped when he saw the ‘really?’ look on Harmony’s face. ‘Ok, the guy is like…what that word…a douche bag…is” Harmony burst into laughter. “Are you serious?” “Yea, you know what I’m talking about.”

Kent half mumbled, half barked at me. “She tried, but I am hard of hearing.” I joked. The truth was, my mother was full of DOs and DON’Ts. I just DON’T listen to her. Gosh, I am funny, I thought. Kent, finding my joke unfunny—well at least the one I told out loud—rolled his eyes and shouted out. “Max!” Maybe a minute passed—if I was being a harsher judge of time, I’ll say maybe two, but no more—before the same dog that had circled me showed up. Now that I’d seen Kent in wolf form, Max just looked like an oversized dog.

Fox reminds them. There is a chorus of mumbles ‘yes sir’ from our group. “You know we should change some of Chaos’s handles. They no longer fit,” Dominic rumbles, making the earpiece vibrate with his deep base. “Oscar has made a name for himself as Chaos’s hellhound. That’s all anyone refers to him as,” Alanzo Zanetti says talking to Demon. “Fine, Oscar is now Hellhound,” Ryder concedes. “I like that better. It fits,” Ransom says.

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

DOGO : i survived many battles and wars a little brat like you cannot kill me. DOOM : this brat is the son of the king you betrayed. DOGO : oh the god gives me the chance to kill one of the royal family. The battle began both use their axes, it was brutal force battle both get injured but both continued exchanging blows until the end, both haves fun ,all the soldiers stopped fighting just to watch this two berserks fighting like fools and enjoying get injured, DOOM used a lava magic technique called the spark, this technique enrage his body and make him more stronger and he will not feel the pain for 30 second.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

His voice was like scraping knives Disregarding the skin desperately in need of moisturizer, I instantly hated Dumah. “He isn't Miss Manners either,” I scoffed. “So what are you? A Nazgul? Is Samael Sauron and I some wayward hobbit?” Dumah wheezed with laughter. “ITS BRAINS ARE ADDLED, I SEE. KNOCK IT ABOUT ONE TOO MANY TIMES ON THE DEATHBED, ROT LORD?”

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

SWISH! Ethan swung his broomsticks wildly at a pair of approaching bloater zombies. A pathetic, sputtering squirt of orange flame shot out, set a nearby cardboard box on fire, and immediately died. The two bloater zombies stopped, blinked their cloudy eyes, and let out a collective wheeze that sounded remarkably like laughing at him.

I climbed onto the platform while Amber stared in complete disbelief, her mouth hanging open. "I'm here today to expose something horrific that's been happening in our shelter. Even in the apocalypse, we can't abandon our humanity. "We're not animals. We have ethics, we can think, we can choose to be better. That's why Jared and his team built this place." The moment I'd taken the stage, Amber's expression had turned to shock. Now, as my words sank in, horror replaced the shock. She started screaming and thrashing. "No! Please! Don't!"