Doom At Your Service Novels & Stories

Leaving me troubled, and not just because of the reprimand I’m likely about to receive. It’s Friday and I’m once again standing in Davon’s office. My eyes glide over the books resting on his shelf, near the desk. The titles seem foreign, though where they’re from I have no idea. “They’re written in Fae,” Davon tells me, approaching from behind. His silky voice wraps around me, like a lovers embrace. “I’m glad you let yourself in, I was busy in the basement.” “I’m glad you don’t find it rude,” I reply, unable to look at him. When he moves to my side, I turn away.

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Cody who had been standing there all the while watching the whole drama, decided to break the silence and ease the tension. "Let us all relax…" Cody didn't get to finish the statement. Both the Beast and El Patrio shot him at the same time echoing the same words. "Shut up!" A bullet to his head and El Patrio shot his chest. He didn't gasp for breath. He became lifeless immediately. Sergio gasped at the sight of his dead body. Mia faced the floor in fear. Both El Patrio and the Beast continued their argument like nothing happened. "Give me back what is mine" El Patrio started and I walked out of this room without looking back.

The morning sunlight attacked me like it had been waiting all night for this exact moment. Right through my thin curtains, stabbing me in the face like I’d personally offended the sun. I groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head. Not today. Please not today. But the second I shut my eyes, last night came rushing back. The alley. The men. Him. And that voice, low and final: “Doom has begun.” I sat up so fast my pillow hit the floor. My heart thudded against my ribs, too loud for morning.

Too brutal. “Take his body and dispose of it,” Chris commanded his men, his voice devoid of any emotion. The underlings scrambled to obey, their movements hurried and frantic. They dragged Doom’s lifeless form away, disappearing into the shadows. I had no idea where they were taking him, but I knew it wasn’t somewhere nice. Doom was never going to be found again. ---

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

It was a stunning navy corseted midi gown! Delicate straps… Flattering A-line silhouette… High-class satin… Dreamy… It was perfect! Lyra howled with glee inside me. “I told you! The Lycan King is into you!” I couldn’t stop smiling. Suddenly, another knock came on the door. This time, I saw a bunch of omegas. They were carrying some soap, make up kits and other stuff for pampering. “Moon Healer, We are here to—-” “Let me guess, King Alexander sent you?”

Lynn cut the link and redialed instantly. The line picked up on the second ring with a loud crash on the other end. "Fuck," the voice groaned, rough and deep. "Hello, this is Buck Clattermoor. What is the emergency?" "My Silver Basin Chamber is spraying water everywhere," Lynn snapped into the link. "Get your tail up here right now." "What den number?" Buck asked, coughing clear his throat. "Moon Den 369. Hurry up." "On my way," Buck said, and the line went dead.