Doom Fanfic Novels & Stories

Trigger warning ( sensitive topics like self hurt )- The Dark Lord pulled his nails out one by one. He seemed like he was relishing in that pain. Every time he pulled his flesh out along with each nail, a new one grew, almost immediately in its place. His legs were grazing above the fire and chewed on that metal blade. It was the same for all his organs. Every time it got severed it immediately regenerated as if adding salt to his sadistic fornication. As he repeated it again and again, his eyes rolled up and he arched his neck back, as if reaching his climax.

And by now, I believe that she already gave up on it. “Yeah, I believe that the note that Domenico sent to mum was not only about me, Donatello. Yes, you are not a disgrace, but I am only a small part of what the Lycan wants. For him to live another century, he is literally going to suck your soul out after you die, and that would make him stronger, and younger. No one would be able to kill the man until the following eclipse” Katerina said, looking at her brother who frowned. “How long have you two known about this?”

------- Damon POV I was in my room, lying in my bed while looking at the ceiling. I didn't know what to expect tonight but I feel something strange. I couldn't even sleep. Diana's face keeps appearing in my thoughts. Her beautiful smile, soft red lips, flawless skin, long ebony shiny hair and her big hush breast and pluffy butt. " Hmmm!" I whispered softly as I'm running my hands above my zipper. I felt a bulky things inside and it's so hard that I quickly pushed the zipper down it and touched my own hardness while thinking about her. I wanted to ambushed her inside her room but I guess it's not the proper way to please my wife. I want to act good and calm in front of her so that she's going

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

Her voice broke as she shouted, "Randall Cahill, you bastard! You're divorcing me over something this small? What did I even do wrong? Did I cheat on you or betray you? Wasn't I just repaying a debt of gratitude?" For years, I'd grown used to her emotional outbursts and her accusations. But this time, I didn't want to endure them anymore. "Celina Buckley! Are you sure you're just repaying a debt of gratitude? The eyes don't lie. I always knew there was someone in your heart. I just never expected it to be Leo. "Now that you're carrying his child, are you finally satisfied? After years of longing, your wish has finally come true. What more could you possibly be unhappy about? You got exactly

“You’re going to fucking pay for that.” I stuck my tongue out to lick along my bottom lip. “Looking forward to it.” “You’re going to be the death of me, Doe.” I didn’t respond with words this time. I sucked him into my mouth again, taking the risk and going even further until he touched the back of my throat. I gagged a little and took a breath, and then, hollowing out my cheeks, I swallowed him down again, pulling back to wrap my hand around the base so I could stroke in rhythm with my mouth.

Sharon turned towards Alex. His expression unreadable. Daniel's voice became colder. "Do not let Alex take you to his bunker." The screen suddenly went black. A deafening explosion shook the resort. Sharon stumbling, Alex caught her before she fell. Then another explosion erupted outside. The western wall collapsed. Through the smoke, something enormous moved beyond the broken barrier. Not a normal infected, not human. Alex stared at it. Sharon felt the blood drain from her face. She remembered that creature, she had seen it only once in her previous life. It had appeared months after the apocalypse began. But now It was already here, And it was walking straight towards them.

My mother sighed softly, clearly growing impatient with my reaction. “Yes, Ryder Thorne,” she said again, more firmly this time. “The Alpha from Nightfall Dominion. That… very striking man.” Striking. That was one way to put it. I felt something inside me drop, heavy and final. For a second, I wished the ground beneath me would split open and swallow me whole. Because this.....this had to be some kind of cruel joke. My mother… was with him? The man I had once wanted Once admired Once.... No.

CHAPTER 69. I AM REALLY DOOMED... AND I WANT TO BE Good fucking Lord. The sensory overload is absolute, a blinding white noise that swallows me whole. My world has shrunk to the size of this bed, to the weight of Damien’s body, and the relentless, punishing rhythm he sets. He is brutal, a force of nature intent on wrecking me, whispering filthy promises of ruin against my damp skin as he fucks the life out of me.

I put on clean clothes. Then I sat on my bed and stared at the wall. My phone buzzed. Damon: "How are you." I stared at the screen. Me: "Terrible." Damon: "I know. Me too." Me: "Rick hates me." Damon: "Rick hates me more." Me: "That is not a competition." Damon: "I know. I am sorry." Me: "Chloe will not talk to me." Damon: "Give her time."