Doom Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

Damon's eyes flashed with annoyance, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second. He stepped closer to Antonio, the scent of smoke and cologne wafting off him. Antonio heart raced, sewing him naked and leaning closer to him, but before Antonio could say anything. Damon caught his jaw and spoke to his face. "You must have really lost your mind to say that. Look around you, pretty boy. Each of these men have been fucked mercilessly by you in this very place... whenever you feel like. In form of a punishment or for your own masochistic pleasure. You enjoyed filling your never-ending semen into them holes... until they are half dead...most of them have lost their senses down there from your t

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.

Amidst my tears, I could hear him barking orders to his men on the phone, to come and extract the bodies from the room. The bodies. I was in a room with two dead bodies, and their murderers. Insane, don’t you think? I’m just some church girl, you know. Getting involved in crime is wild. “Make sure you come with all the necessary equipment to clean this up,” Damon said, scrunching up his nose. “I don’t need this blood on my floors and walls. It’s nauseating.” I observed him as he spoke, my eyes scaling the planes of his body. I don’t know what a great body is, but I think this is what it should look like. My eyes stopped on his shoulder injury, and I remembered he had just been shot.

Onle one image flash in front of her eyes. Blood . Blood all over on the floor with two dead bodies. And that man standing there smirking devilishly at her. His golden eyes blazing with hunger for her blood. He takes a step towards and a small whimper escape from her lips feeling helpless as she can't able to move her body. Damian on the other hand burning in anger . He have to kill her , this same thought roam in his mind. He close his eyes fist clenched tight. A low growl erupt from his chest as the elevator started shaking . He open his eyes which turns complete black with a slight hint of redness in corner. His jaw was clench as he seems a complete beast.

A knock came on the heavy oak door again, breaking my trance. I scowled. Only one person was brave enough, or stupid enough, to enter the forbidden wing without an invitation first. “Enter,” I growled. Dante stepped in, his expression uncharacteristically somber. As my Beta and the only man I called a friend, he was the only one who didn’t flinch at the crimson glow that still lingered in my eyes. He glanced at the bed, then at me. His eyes widened for only a few seconds before he composed himself.

He pushed me at an arm's length away from him but still didn't let go of my shoulders and said staring straight into my eyes. "I will never hurt anyone you love. Your sister was never abducted. Pure-blooded vampires have special abilities. I have telepathy and Damon has hypnotism, the ability to tamper with someone’s memories and brain.” My head felt like it was going to explode. What kind of plot twist was this now?

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."

“Let me tell you the fascinating story about today's plan as we wait for Keirah to wake up. A story about the master planner of the event happening today. “On how I met him and how we ended up here today? You see, the master plan of today is Doom. Doom's plan is the one that has brought all of us here right now, “Doom came to me for the first time at my lowest. He just came up like an angel and everything since then has not gone out of plan. I owe Doom a lot for making my weirdest dream a reality. “When I met Doom back then. My thinking was all about running away and staying in hiding. I thought all my life I would be running away from werewolves that were threatening my survival. Especially