Doom Fanfiction Novels & Stories

You just need to know that you're capable of doing terrible things. I turned and walked away without another word. Even after I'd gone quite a distance, I could still hear Amber screaming behind me. "Let me out! Please! I can't stay here! Let me out!" I had no intention of releasing them. Dad would be dead within days anyway. Medical resources were already scarce. Why waste them on criminals? Since Amber was such a devoted daughter, she could stay with him forever. A year and a half into the apocalypse, the sun finally set at night again. The world slowly returned to normal.

Her green hair served as a covering for her nakedness, covering up her breasts and feminine folds. “Shut up!” Doom snapped, and he too came out of the dark. He was a giant man, with shiny golden skin and broad shoulders and chest—much bigger than Mischief. He was three times her size, and he didn’t know how the books said they were together, but he wasn’t here to figure that out. He was here to make a request. “I am a pusher of boundaries, and so I would say, six months.” “What’s six months?” Doom asked, looking a little clueless about it all.

alright bye" he said as i shut the door behind him. Damon pov my eyes just couldn't believe who i saw today, what could she be doing here? i asked myself, my heart keeps beating so fast, my urge for the taste of blood increased,i thought i had Long forgotten about her after the last time we met but now i know that the thoughts of her has not left me. my face was already red in anger, it was as if i was pale one could see my veins popping out all over my body, my teeth was already eager to bit something at that point anyone i get hold of ,i won't stop until i kill the person,i hated that part of me but there was nothing i could do. i bit myself trying to stop myself from killing anyone but it

Makes a small fantasy I never really knew I had bloom in the back of my mind and wishing that right now shit was back to the way it was and we aren’t in this fucked up little co-parenting/separation period so I could sit back with my cock in my hand and watch as Dante fucks the shit out of Durani’s mouth like the little slut she is for us, while this Nico guy fucks her tight little pussy. I want nothing more the to hear her small moans as she chokes on Dantes dick as he slams it down her throat. The memories of watching the mixture of spit and my cum ooze out of her mouth from forcing her not to swallow so she can swallow my cum with the cum of my brothers now has me rock fucking hard and no

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.

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE DAMON Point of View I trudged back to my chambers, feeling defeated. Tyla's rejection still stung, and I couldn't stop feeling like I'd blown my chance with her. I flopped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't she just give me a chance? I knew I'd messed up in the past, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make it right. As I lay there, my eyelids began to droop. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, letting sleep take control of me. But my rest was fitful. I dreamed of Annie, my former mate. We were standing in a lush meadow, surrounded by wildflowers. She was smiling at me, her eyes shining with love. I reached out to her, but she slipped away,

Chapter 4 – The Red Wedding… Amara Romano POV So today is dooms day. The day I sell my soul to the devil. The day my life is given to the man. Damien may not be the reason I’m in this situation. But he could have said no. Damien is far from ready to get married. Neither am I by the way.

This was the pure and innocent love he'd bragged about. See? Karma arrived faster than expected. But on the outside, I still looked calm and worried. After a sigh, I picked up the tablet from the bedside table and opened the news page I had already prepared. I held it in front of him. "That's not the main issue now." The headline and images on the screen were shocking enough to jolt his nerves again. The article twisted everything, portraying Wilson as a man with disturbing fetishes who used his power to force someone into gender reassignment just to satisfy himself.

Aiden dropped to his knees across from Dante, mirroring him instinctively despite the caretaker’s warning. The moment their proximity shortened, the bond surged again—harder, hotter. Dante screamed. The sound ripped out of him raw and uncontrolled, echoing off the chamber walls like something torn loose from his soul. Aiden screamed too. Not aloud. Inside. “I didn’t want this,” Dante sobbed, hands shaking violently. “I didn’t want to feel everything.” Aiden crawled closer. “I know,” he whispered. “I know. I’m sorry.” The caretaker stepped forward sharply.

We all looked at Damon and he tore his eyes away from Tris, instead looking at all of us. “Alexander... He is just.. Evil. A few years ago, he murdered my sister.” Damon explained and the girls gasped. I held his gaze and asked with my gaze for him to continue. “My sister, Penelope… He had a thing for her. She didn't return the same feelings. He raped her multiple times and murdered her in front of our eyes. Zane, my brother and I were tied in cages full of poison, with weapons stabbed into our skin. We got out eventually but it ripped my brother and I apart. For years I tried to hunt him down but every time I missed him. Zane eventually gave up and stopped the whole search. I almost did, un