Doom Crossover Novels & Stories

He states as he leaves the table. “I’m sorry.” I whisper towards no one in particular. A gentle pat on my knee alerts me to Luna Charlotte’s desire to comfort. “Do you have any memories of her?” She asks as she serves her plate. I shake my head. “I have no memories of physically being with her while I was at Crimson Dawn but she’s been persistent with connecting with me through the channel.” “The channel?” Cassius questions. “Is that the same as the link?” “My understanding is that it’s similar but uses a different plane than the astral plane our wolves live on. It has a farther reach. We set it up so every night instead of her calling we used the channel. She’s told me a lot about herself,

Possessive and Unapologetic. And I hated how calm she looked. Like she had moved on completely. Like I meant nothing…. When we aren’t fully divorced. Joyce opened the file and began explaining the proposal. Trevor barely looked at her. Instead, he watched Ariana. Like she was the real focus. Like this entire meeting was a show. And suddenly… For the first time since I entered the mansion… I felt something close to fear. Because I realized something very dangerous. This collaboration? It wasn’t just business anymore.

A zombie lunged at him and clamped its jaw down on his waist. A miserable scream escaped him. Blood instantly soaked through his clothes. Even then, he kept crawling forward, like he didn't understand what was happening. The zombies tore into his limbs in a frenzy. Flesh and blood flew everywhere in a chaotic mess. "I'm sorry, Mom… I'm so sorry…" His voice broke into fragments as he was being eaten alive. "I shouldn't have trusted… Madeline… and I shouldn't have… ignored Selene…" His voice grew weaker, but he kept mumbling, "I killed everyone at the base…"

He asked him in confusion Before he could further question him, the door opened and Scott came outside with a dead look in his eyes. He had a small child in his hand which was not moving. They had cleaned her up and she was wrapped in a pink blanket. When his gaze fell on Liam, his dead look changed into a rage. Everyone could see the fire in his eyes. "How is my sister?" Adam asked him to break the trance between him and Liam. Scott looked into his eyes and uttered "Your sister is dead"

I realised that I was the only one standing in his front view. "What?!" I gruffed, letting out gasps from people in the hallway. "What?!" He yelled, louder. "How dare you talk back?" He frowned harder. "Hey!" Another guy from his back yelled, causing me to squeak. "Don't you know who you're messing with?" Another guy yelled. "What?!" I yelled, disgusted by their gruesome sneers. "Who the hell are you snooty jerks?" I crossed my arms around my chest with a smirk when I realised that they were the 'Black Zees', letting out gasps from people again.

“And whatever business you’ve wrapped yourself in, you’d better end it now. Because wolves are only the beginning. There are far more terrifying things walking among us.” My heart was hammering. The words dug deep, twisting the already broken pieces of my faith. “The organization has-” “I’ve heard,” he cut me off, sharp, his voice gruff. “Cross isn’t some assassin’s guild. It’s a crusade. They won’t stop at wolves. They’ll burn anything not human. Anything that doesn’t fit their narrow definition of survival. Vampires, witches, god know what else. You’re not just killing names on paper, Dennise. You’re helping them cleanse the world.”

One of the two hefty guards already holding her arms on both sides said before flinging her across the broad hallway. She let out a painful moan as she crashed into the ground. Immediately looking up at her palm she hoped she didn't have any sort of dislocation. She shivered examining her wrist but another thing caught her attention. She was surrounded by a pool of blood. This blood cannot be coming from her! Unfortunately, Jasmine's other wrist was badly dislocated; it tore her skin open. She looked up and the blurry figure of the person she had bumped into who caused this scenario to happen in the first place approached her.

I assumed the farce had finally ended, but as I stood in the luxury boutique listening to the manager's report on last quarter's new arrivals, those same familiar leather soles echoed behind me once more. I turned, and there stood Thomas at the entrance, arm crossed with a scowl. "It's you again! Bumpkins and freaks have no business in high-end stores." He sauntered inside, sizing me up like discarded trash. "We don't sell cheap grocery bags here, old man." His gaze swept the displays before locking on the limited-edition crocodile-skin shoes in the clerk's hands. He said simply, "I'll take those." The clerk hesitated, glancing at me. "Sir..."

I just couldn't wrap my mind around what it is but please can someone tell me why I'm so demn scared. His eyes locked on mine, burning like fire under ice. “Doom has begun.” And instead of disappearing like some mystery ghost-man, he stepped closer. One step. Two. The air thickened with him, pressing against me. My body screamed run, but my legs betrayed me. I stood there like an idiot, frozen in place. Typical. Up close, he was worse. Too perfect. Too intense. His face looked carved, sharp angles and tired eyes that didn’t belong to anyone ordinary. He smelled faintly like rain and something sharper, something that made my stomach twist.

It was too late. David had moved out, taking some money Mom had given him. He used it to buy a second-hand electric bike and started delivering takeout. Suddenly, he understood the value of money. He worked tirelessly, even late at night. One rainy day, the delivery platform offered higher pay, and he put on his raincoat and pushed on. The downpour blurred his vision, and he didn't see a car coming. He was hit and sent flying. The driver rushed him to the hospital, but in the end, the doctors said David would be bedridden for life.