Doom At Your Service Novels & Stories

The elegant walls of the suite felt like they were closing in on me, echoing with phantom screams of the dying. I blinked rapidly, forcing the terrifying vision away until the modern room restored itself. My knees felt weak, and I walked back to sit on the edge of the plush bed. "This time will be completely different," I vowed quietly into the silence. This time, I would be prepared for the end. I summoned my system panel, watching the translucent blue screen materialize in midair. My eyes dropped to the bottom corner where the apocalyptic timer was ticking down mercilessly. 87 Days, 6 Hours, 12 Minutes.

“You were not my enemy. But unfortunately, you have changed that…. “You are changing it now more by the look in your eyes. You changed that once you tried to kill my brother. And just that action, even if it was not successful, you are my enemy now. “And now that you have Keirah. And you are trying to use her to kill me. I will not spare any of you…I am going to kill all of you. “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, AND ALL THE COUNCIL MEMBERS AND EVERYONE IN YOUR PACK,” I shout out in anger. “No, you are not....” A familiar calm and in-control kind of voice gets to my ears. The voice is coming from behind me. And I turn to see Doom speaking as he walks up to me. “You are killing no one. “We are the ones

The waiter gets on his feet to drop an apology. Two men, dressed in the same identical gray suit, suddenly rushed up to me to place a thick towel around my body like I fell inside a pool. I let the towel cover me as I walk my way out of Draken's drip. "Get him fired…" Draken orders, "And make sure he's not getting hired anywhere else". Okay, that is brutal. Before I can speak, one of the men in Grey suit beckons me to follow him to a safe and warm room.

He headed toward Mount Chaos, the headquarters of the Dooms. Mount Chaos covered an area of tens of thousands of light-years. On the spiritual mountain were countless powerful Dooms. As soon as James appeared outside Mount Chaos, he immediately attracted the attention of some guards. “Young Master?” A few guards were surprised to see James. Tens of thousands of guards immediately gathered and knelt on the ground. They greeted him respectfully, “Welcome back, Young Master!” James looked at the Doom Race’s guards, raised his hand, and said, “Stand.”

I started, wanting to say more, but Pamela had already grabbed her suitcase, and Leo was helping her to her feet as well. She finally looked up at me again, but this time, there was a hint of impatience in her gaze. "With Ms. Sanford and Leo taking care of me, what are you still worried about? Besides, there's a housekeeper at her place. Either way, they'll be able to take better care of me than you can on your own." Pamela cut in, her tone urging them along. "Let's go. The car is waiting." Celina nodded and followed them toward the door. As she walked past me, she didn't even spare me a glance. It was as though I didn't exist at all.

It was right under our nose and we didn’t even know. On the streets that were claimed by Dos Santos, Doom had been using girls to move drugs, when they were held enough, he used them as prostitutes anywhere and everywhere. Carlos's sources later made us know that Doom controlled the market’s gambling den. They gambled with anything and everything that had value. Including girls. Sex could be sold, too. It seemed like the black market was Doom’s greatest advantage so we searched for ways to sabotage it. This market wasn’t a general street thing.

Alpha Rheagor stormed out of the room, banging the door, the hinges rattled. Doom and another man stepped into the room, their head low in respect, walking to where I was. “Hello, princess." Doom flashed me that cocky smile and I knew it wasn't a good one. Behind him, a syringe — sharp and sleek — peeked out from between his fingers. “Please.” I rolled back quickly, my shoulder slamming onto the sofa where Alpha Ryker was seated. My eyes bore into his brown ones. “Please, I beg you!” Cries burst out from my lips.

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?"

My mate, the vampire lord Evander, murdered me. He ripped our blood bond from my soul, and I could only scream as my human body tore itself apart from the inside. I died in pure agony. Then, I shot awake, a gasp tearing from my lungs. The vial of synthetic blood slipped from my hand, clattering to the floor. I looked around. The familiar castle hallway. The gothic carvings. And the door. That damned door. I was back. It was the night of the Blood Moon Feast. The night Evander’s century-old bloodlust curse erupted.

“Dear neighbors and friends. It is with a heavy heart that I ask for your prayers for my wife, Scarlett. Since her recent... episode... She has been acting highly erratically. She has locked me out of our home, drained our joint accounts, and disappeared. I deeply fear she has fallen in with a radical doomsday cult. She is buying massive amounts of strange equipment and refusing to seek psychiatric help. Please pray for her safe return. I just want my wife back.”Beneath it, Chloe had left a comment.“We are just so worried about her. She’s not thinking straight. If anyone sees her, please tell her we love her and want her to come home.”I stared at the screen. I actually laughed out loud. The