Doom Crossover Novels & Stories

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 Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

She was the last living flood blooded witch in the whole world. She was hunted by the alpha of the Full Moon pack because of an age-old prophecy that states that a witch will end his ruling in his pack. Alpha Drake was scared that he made sure to hunt down all witches that lived. He knew that a baby was coming and he is more scared now that an actual hybrid will be born. Killing the mother and the father will not be enough. He needs to kill the baby too. And I won’t let that happen. Before the woman lets me go, she gave me a red crescent moon shaped mark on the wrist and explained that me and the baby will now have the protection we need.

“Father…just pray that Luciano dies tonight because if by any means, he makes it back. I can’t imagine what he will do to you. “And I hope for the goodness of this world. For once in my pathetic life, God listens to this prayer and makes Luciano win. If the world is to see a bright future. Someone must stop you.” Don Mauro turns around and slaps him hard on his cheek. “That’s why you were never fit to rule the Solana empire after me. You don’t have it in you. You are a pathetic loser for a son. And for your information, no one and nothing can stop me now. “Thanks to Doom’s plan and Keirah’s biochips, that will never happen. Doom wanted to create an army that could use human technology to hel

In addition, Youri and Wyot have grown to be superior cultivators. ‘What’s more, the Dooms are also benefiting from the increasing luck of the other races. Our providence is the largest it’s ever been. I’ve absorbed some of it and used it to heal my injuries. Now, I’ve even reached the Caelum Acme Rank.’ Contemplated Hirah. The three of them moved closer toward Soren. A malevolent grin hung on Youriʼs face. “Soren, do you honestly think you can destroy the Doom Realm with your powers alone? Arenʼt you thinking too highly of yourself?”

PORT “What’s bothering you?” Doom asked as he joined me in his bed. Three days had passed since his training period ended, and I had slept with him since then. I sighed. “Nothing,” “Come on, you can tell me,” “Let’s talk about you. You were a Weaver before; why did you choose to be reclassed and not rebirthed?” He looked up. “I don’t want to forget. I wanted to remember everything,” he answered.

Then the AI’s voice thundered through the underground vault, deeper, older than any machine had a right to sound. “For the first time in over a century, the Obsidian Sons have been released. Congratulations… the new leaders of the Obsidian Sons.” The words reverberated in my bones. I felt the vibration in the walls, in the steel beneath my boots, as though the crypt itself exhaled after a hundred years of silence. Zoey’s lips pulled back into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. A cruel smile. A broken smile. “Doom,” she whispered, savoring the word like it was a promise. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, reflecting the eerie glow of the console. “That’s what we’ve unleashed, Luna. Doom for

He even closed his fist and punch the wall in front of him. "Kristina! Kristina! I will give you a dose of your own medicine," he said to himself while having a dark face. Few more hours and someone knocked on his door... It's one of his people from the underground... "Boss, here are the complete documents needed for your flight. It also includes your plane ticket, hotel accommodation, car to be used, identification cards, and black cards. Everything is settled already," he said. "Good job," he smiled. "I can't wait to twist Kristina's neck. But come to think of it, I have to taste her first. I'll toy with her first before killing her," he laughs loudly like a demon. "I'll make your woman su

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."

“That feature on Cole? The board loves the angle — redemption, resilience, human heart. They want a follow-up. Something more personal.” My pulse skipped. “A follow-up?” “An ongoing series, actually. His comeback isn’t just one story. He’s the talk of the league again, and readers eat that up. They want depth — training camp, his foundation work, the family dynamic… all of it.” The family dynamic. My stomach sank before I could help it. Dana added, “You’ll coordinate with his rep. She said his brother’s managing his local outreach — a Tyler Cole?” I froze. “Tyler?”