Doom Fanfic Novels & Stories

The Guild paid by the bone. The body dropped and burst into flames. The fang burned in my hand, hot enough to blister. I tucked it into my pocket. I checked my watch. Nine-fifteen. Monic would be closing the bookstore without me again. I turned to leave the alley. That was when I heard the footsteps behind me. Fast. Too fast for a human. I spun around, reaching for another blade, but I was too slow. A figure lunged out of the darkness — not the demon's partner, something worse. A vampire with red eyes and claws extended.

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.

Mwajuma ducked the blast, grabbed the monster by its thick, grey throat, and drove it face-first into the solid petrified wood of the deck, shattering its skull instantly. Every punch she threw was fueled by her love for Zuri and her hatred for Baraka. Every monster that fell was another measure of vengeance for the fabricated story of Zuri’s murdered sisters. Mwajuma believed she was executing demons. Then, the final monster pulled itself over the edge. It was a fresh mutation. It was smaller than the others, its skin still rapidly tearing and healing as the Blight-Sap forced its bones to expand. It was the nineteen-year-old boy Zuri had personally poisoned the night before.

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. But I was a year earlier now. The collapse hadn't happened yet and I knew exactly how to stop it. I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the article. He had dark eyes and a llittle girl with a stuffed rabbit asking if I was okay. Marcus Donovan. I opened the article and started reading.

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.

I barely heard myself moaning over the sound of skin against skin, the slap of flesh and the ragged gasps that filled the room. Then another thought hit me. Selena. Selena, who was so far gone over Kaid she had a sex doll molded after him. The way she fucked that thing. The obsession. The delusion. I laughed even as Damon hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. She was going to lose her mind. And I was going to enjoy every second of it. Damon grunted behind clenched teeth. “Does this… make you happy?” I gasped, nodded, barely coherent. “Y-Yes. You’re the best. Damon—fuck—you’re the best—”

I groan and clutch my chest as if I might physically hold my heart together if I press hard enough. The kitten jumps onto my bed and starts clawing my pillow with violent enthusiasm. I wish I could claw that stupid Chloe whore like that. “Okay,” I mutter, voice breaking, “so I may be heartbroken on top of this insane flu bug. Sue me.” I point a finger at the cat’s nose. “But it’s HIS fault.” The kitten — Doom (I kept his shelter name) — stops mid-destruction and rubs his little butt all over the pillow he just assaulted. He stares at me with those predator-green eyes.

Fuck. Damon dipped his fingers back in and scooped up more of his cum and dragged it up my slit like he was painting me with it. I bit my lip. I clenched my thighs. I was going to die. Right here. Like this. On speakerphone with my mother while my best friend’s dad made my pussy leak even more just for fun. “Lyra,” she said, her voice sharper now. “What’s wrong with you?”

Donovan, my Beta and best friend, yells at me through the mind link. Ignoring Donovan’s angry yell, I shut my eyes and thrust faster into the girl’s mouth. My orgasm was very close. Anytime Donovan sounded like this, it was always because of some meeting with those old degenerates. In other words, werewolves and their council of elders. “I’m with my Harem, wanna join?” I replied, turning the bitch around before parting her thighs to reveal her dampened pussy folds and her tight asshole. The sweet smell of her arousal made me hornier than ever.

A sadistic glint in his eyes before running his gaze to the box. “He never gave me chance to get them used to what his knot will feel like.” He squirts some lube onto his fingers and slowly began massaging my already sore pussy. I flinch at his touch but as soon as he touches me images of Jase flash in my mind causing a deep arousal. A feral growl leaves my lips and I hear Damon chuckle and he playfully nips the skin on my thighs. Sensing my arousal, Damon flicks my clit causing my body to heave. “Don’t worry Omega, soon we will be all you need and Zante will be forgotten” my eyes widen as he confirmed what I was thinking, before I get chance to protest, he plunges a needle into my leg and t