Doom Crossover Archive Novels & Stories

But in my case, I had to use a huge deal of power. Following the procedure, I added three more candles to the settings. Then, I mixed some more salt with the ash gotten from a burnt crow. After mixing, I added a pinch of the colourless liquid (bat’s blood) I had also collected. A puff of smoke left the mixture, giving off the odour of a dead carcass, which I nearly gagged from. I used the mixture to draw an upside down cross sign on my door and dip the bottom of my candles in it.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

I looked in my wardrobe and at the back of it was the box where I kept all my important documents in and thank god it was still in there and not destroyed. "Are you ok Keria?" Arizer asked I just nod I don't have it in me to speak. I have a look around the destroyed mess to see if there is anything that isnt wrecked and I find a few item of clothing. I grab my other pair of boots since I used my favourite ones in the first ritual thinking thank god they weren't destroyed. Unfortunatly the dresses that I had kept that were my Mum's were completely destroyed. "Lets go there is nothing to keep us here now." Me and Arizer leave the bedroom and make our way down to the living room, where Asher is

carbon—a material that shouldn't exist in the "Dead-Zone." "This isn't a 'Silo', Dad," Thomas said, his "Independent" curiosity "Indexing" the "Mechanical" seams of the door. "This is a 'Crossover' point. It’s built with 'Sovereign' tech, but the 'Source-Code' on the panel is... different."

Was it Mira? I made my way further into the apartment and I couldn't help but admire the dark theme on the rich architectural design. It's was a blend of classic and gothic, a theme I would never settle for but appreciated its existence. Alpha Rays chamber was had two rows of large pillars that horizontally seperated the entrance to his main space after about 15 feet. Each pillar served as a barrier to not exactly reveal where his bed was at. Within these pillars were mini settings of what I guessed to be a reading room. It had wooden shelves between the first row of pillars which had their backs to the exit.

Without hesitation, the team moved as one. Callahan and Ramirez took the first two guards with silenced shots. Dominic lunged forward, slamming the third into the wall, while Rhys dropped the fourth with a swift blow to the temple. The bodies were dragged out of sight as Rhys hacked the final lock. The door slid open with a hiss. Inside lay the Architect’s master archive — rows upon rows of server banks glowing softly in the dim light. Glass walls enclosed private conference rooms and data vaults. Ava stared in awe.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

Throw Me Away Play these little games Acting like it's all good Today, today Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet (...) Ella It took me a while to get to sleep the night before. Because, for some reason, my mind seemed to be on alert. I kept remembering over and over again the image of Justin saving me and my kitten from the killer tree. And when I fell into that chest? My body lit up just remembering it. My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.

Damon continued, “why Korah changed so fast. Why did she give up fighting? My chest tightened. “You said grief,” I replied. “That’s what you were led to believe,” Damon said. “It wasn’t grief. It was suppression.” The stairs ended at a door I had never seen before. Damon pressed his palm to it. The metal hummed, then opened. The hidden library came into view. “What is his?” I whispered. “The archive,” Damon said. “The other that only a handful of people have access to.” “And you,” I said, staring at him. “Why do you have access?”

The lights outside were long dead, but faint illumination flickered from a second-floor window. Damien frowned. “You’re sure this place still holds something?” Rosemary nodded. “Leo said the original Cassandra Group server files are in the basement archive. All their secret projects are there — including proof that Cassandra tampered with my video.” Damien took a deep breath. “All right. We’ll go through the back door.” --- The door creaked open slowly. Dust and rust filled the air. Rosemary switched on her phone flashlight, its beam cutting through the darkness to reveal rows of metal shelves and stacks of yellowed files.