Doom Crossover Archive 소설 & 이야기

Living in suffering is the greatest form of punishment during the apocalypse. Just then, my phone buzzed for a while, and I retrieved it from my pocket. The live comments began appearing on my screen. "This is brilliant! Did you know that Valerio literally stepped all over your corpse to get to where he did in the original story?" "That scheming second female lead didn't even get to appear before the butterfly effect took place! Valerio is never going to recover from this!" I heaved a sigh of relief as I looked at the words on my phone screen.

Just one month, I heard her mutter under her breath. I leaned back, satisfied. ******** RAYMOND Something felt wrong. Ariana hadn’t come back. Her phone was still switched off. I tried again. Nothing. Just then, my laptop chimed. An email. Stone Crest Properties. My heart skipped. Collaboration accepted. I smiled until I read the next line. Final approval to be conducted at the CEO’s mansion. Decision to be made by the Vice President. Vice President? I frowned. Since when did Stone Crest have a VP?

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

The breach in the safe room was patched up for now, but everyone knew it wouldn't last for long. I reached out to steady Audrey. "Mom, I'm going with you!" I glanced at the blood on the floor. My voice was firm. "Everyone's counting on us. If we push through, we still have a shot!" Audrey looked at me for a long moment, then finally nodded. I helped her along as we moved forward. A zombie had torn off her left arm, and blood was pouring out of her.

He had controlled every movement around me. And now he had walked out and left the door unlocked. That was not an accident. “Maybe he wants me to leave.” “Maybe.” “Why?” “I don’t know.” Stormy paused. “And that is the problem.” I turned away from the door. “We need information.” “Finally.” “More importantly, we need to find the archive.” Stormy went silent. I felt the change in him. “What?” “The archive.” I turned toward the room. The vampire kingdom had existed for centuries. The werewolf kingdom had an archive. The archive had connected the two kingdoms before the separation.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

How could it work? Savannah tried again and again. When she finally realized it was hopeless, she broke down and sobbed. "Chase, what do I do? Tell me what I'm supposed to do…" I sighed and stood silently beside her. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. Her eyes lit up, and she bolted outside. I hurried after her to see that she'd gone to Sean. "Sean, I know you hate me. I hate myself, too. That's why I want to make amends. I remember Chase once told me that the zombie antidote had reached the human trial stage, but they never found a suitable candidate for testing.

If only she knew. Looking up, she realized that it was starting to get dark and she must return home. Serena or rather Aria her wolf ran back home and saw that the door was opened by her brother as he stood there at the doorway talking to probably one of his admirers, not intention of sounding jealous or whatever. Who would be jealous of being hounded by the opposite sex anyway? She trotted up and seemingly in a teasing way collided with her dear brother, Damon. She shouted “SORRY! Brother”, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief.

He tried to reach out and grab me but as soon as his hand jerked my arm, I let out a gasp of pain and he let go swiftly as if it had burned him and not me. Callie was walking by me but I could hardly register her presence as I made my way toward the back of the building. There were rows upon rows of servers lined in a back warehouse-type room. The room itself was huge and shelves were lined in rows all the way to the ceiling. This was a massive storage facility, keeping an immeasurable amount of electronic data safe.

The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.