Doom Movie Novels & Stories

“Because… I saw a movie about a girl becoming a werewolf and she is very fond of human blood since she’s a new shifter.” I look at her with a confused look. “You didn’t realize it’s just a movie, right?” “How would I know if it is not base on a true to life scenes? I mean the movie seems too real for me. The girl protagonist, her name is Bella and her boyfriend’s name is Edward. They act too good in that movie and it made them a blockbuster hit.” I faced palm myself and once again I laugh uncontrollably. “All you have to do is to make a movie as a reference but then you got all the information wrong.”

"Boom--" A shocking sound, the world for a tremor, even if the power of the three strong, but also can not cover the monstrous momentum of the immortals, by the ancient medieval old man's terrifying palm force of a shock, the three are a mouthful of blood sprayed out, backward more than ten feet away.

“Ahhh—” A piercing scream echoed through the area. Arthur was thrown away like a leaf, crashing heavily into a small mountain behind him and getting embedded in it. He seemed like he was nailed to it. Crash... At the same time, the small mountain he crashed into collapsed slightly. Various debris and dust filled the air. The impact was powerful. The Doom Cannon truly deserved its reputation as a technique capable of destroying the world. It was even capable of blasting open the gates of Hell, so it proved to be overwhelmingly effective.

This was not supposed to be happening to her and her people! She watched as a kid far across the dark room that gleamed by the only window far above on one side of the wall drank on the bowl of water that had bugs already decomposing it. She cringed at the sight making her shut her eyes tightly. There was no way she was ever going to forgive these monsters. A tear rolled down from her left eye. The smell of bacteria breaking down sweat on their body individually was purgent but worse was the ammonia smell of dehydrated urine they had to pass out on their positions to ease the pressure on their bladder.

Cody who had been standing there all the while watching the whole drama, decided to break the silence and ease the tension. "Let us all relax…" Cody didn't get to finish the statement. Both the Beast and El Patrio shot him at the same time echoing the same words. "Shut up!" A bullet to his head and El Patrio shot his chest. He didn't gasp for breath. He became lifeless immediately. Sergio gasped at the sight of his dead body. Mia faced the floor in fear. Both El Patrio and the Beast continued their argument like nothing happened. "Give me back what is mine" El Patrio started and I walked out of this room without looking back.

Too brutal. “Take his body and dispose of it,” Chris commanded his men, his voice devoid of any emotion. The underlings scrambled to obey, their movements hurried and frantic. They dragged Doom’s lifeless form away, disappearing into the shadows. I had no idea where they were taking him, but I knew it wasn’t somewhere nice. Doom was never going to be found again. ---

His employees scurried to get out of his way as he made his way to the security room. "Show me the footage," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. The security guard nodded, his hands shaking as he worked the controls. The footage showed two men, dressed in black, sneaking into the warehouse and making off with the package. Damon's face turned red with rage. "Find them," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I want them brought to me alive." It didn't take long for Damon's men to track down the thieves. They were brought to him, trembling with fear.

The ambient glow of the city below was swallowed by the thick, rolling storm clouds, leaving the helipad isolated in a dome of howling darkness. But in the exact center of that helipad, the rain wasn't hitting the ground. It was vaporizing against a rip in the fabric of the universe. The Door stood entirely vertical, a two-dimensional sheet of impossible, shimmering violet and gold light. It had no frame, no depth, and cast no shadow. It defied gravity, logic, and every fundamental law of the modern world. Where its base met the wet concrete, the water boiled instantly, hissing into steam that smelled sharply of ozone and ancient, turned earth. The light it emitted pulsed with a slow, rhythm

My jaw clenched really hard at the thought of it. The front door shut behind me as I entered the mansion. I loosened my tie angrily and threw my briefcase across the living room. It landed on the couch with a dull thud. “Damn it!” I shouted. The sound bounced against the walls. I walked straight to the bar and poured myself a drink without thinking. The glass shook slightly in my hand as I swallowed the liquor in one go. It burned down my throat. Still not enough. I poured another. My mind replayed the moment again.

She dragged my body through the floor, pulled me back into the nightmare and shut the door behind me. “Who are you?” I gagged while stuttering. She crouched down and pinned her hand on my forehead. “Your doom.” Her sweet yet mocking voice rang in my ears, as life slipped from me and the world burned into darkness.