Doom Crossover Novels & Stories

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

I opened my news app without thinking about it, just habit, just something to do with my hands while my mind worked. The first headline stopped me cold. DONOVAN ENTERPRISES IN CRISIS: INVESTORS PULL OUT AS HOSTILE TAKEOVER LOOMS. I sat up straight. I knew that name. I knew that crisis. I knew exactly how it started, how it escalated, and the exact moment when everything would become irreversible if no one stepped in. I also knew that almost no one stepped in. In my previous life, I had read about it weeks after it happened, a collapsed empire, a CEO who had fought alone and lost, a company destroyed and absorbed by people who had been circling it for years.

He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my cheek. I pulled back on instinct, dodging his hand. "I'm fine," I said, even though my voice shook. Leo frowned. "You don't look okay. Are you stressed at work? Do you want me to come with you to the doctor?" The doctor? I almost laughed. What doctor could fix the trauma of being torn apart by zombies? What doctor could fix the despair of being shoved toward death by the person I loved most? Leo suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home."

He stuck out his tongue and took a slow, long lick. She trembled uncontrollably, letting out a moan as he slipped his tongue inside her, fucking her with his whole tongue. “Oh, Elio. Fuck!” she screamed. He didn't stop. He went even faster as his hands trailed over her body, creating tingling sensations as they moved. She thought that was going to be the peak of her pleasure, but she was wrong. He reached for the rose and placed it on her clit while he slipped his tongue back into her.

Novelty? So even now, Yvette was just a fleeting amusement to him. I looked at him and felt a deep sense of irony. Wasn't it a little too late to play the part of a good husband? "Sure," I replied gently, though my gaze remained calm and empty. Wilson seemed relieved. He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes to rest. The next morning, something happened to him. When I arrived at the hospital, the emergency room light was still on. Brendon paced anxiously outside. When he saw me, he rushed over. "Dr. Vance, thank god you're here. Mr. Gunner suddenly collapsed. The doctors say his condition is critical."

" Destroying an aswang's body is almost impossible for it regenerates; however, destroying the soul is more convenient for it becomes exposed in a form of a mask. The greater the evil, the sturdier the mask. Once the soul is destroyed, the body also disintegrates, so does the aswang's essence as a human. That is what happened to Tracy Macasaquit, Lowan's brothers, and Ross' parents. When one's existence ceases, parts of history merges with a reality from a parallel universe with the nearest proximity. For instance, Lowan becoming an only child. According to my research which is somehow true to Noah' account of events, Moros, the daemon of doom, is behind all the corruption of souls. His goal

There was an audible crack as Bree collapsed onto the floor, her face contorted with anguish as her body reconstructed, get eyes were the first to change, the blue to a black that seemed to hold infinite darkness, her fingers grew out becoming sharpened claws, with these claws she clawed off the facade that was her face, leaving behind a face of a scaled beast with teeth as sharp as an adamantine sword, a long tongue elongated from the depths of it's maw and it lashed out at Cyrus. His reflexes were faster and in a flash he'd the spot he was in, aptly dodging the slimy green tongue causing the creature to roar in anger. Moira herself was deeply shaken, immobilized completely by fear she made

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

Chloe says with an exasperated sigh. One month later. Chloe’s P.O.V Blood, blood is everywhere; I could only focus on the blood the flooded the floor, on my hands and my clothes, but it wasn’t my own. I looked up to see the puddle of blood, of course, belonged to Colby, bleeding from his chest, his breathing exasperated, shallow. A scream broke out of the dead silence making me panic I looked up, Carolynn standing in the doorway her hand covered her mouth in fear, as Allistair barged in through her pushing her out of the way.