Doom Movie Novels & Stories

He had never felt mercy and he knew he was never going to feel it…never ever, because he had never received it, so what he had never received, how could he give it to someone else? Be it sympathy. Be it mercy. Be it love. “Remove the tapes,” he spoke out. Calix bowed and unlatched the tape from both the man and the woman's mouth. They both broke down into tears in front of the mafia don. Dread was evident in their eyes as they both knew their death was sitting right in front of them. “So….” Luka took out his gun from his pocket and loaded it. Taking one last puff from his cigarette, he tossed it away.

Serena cried out, “They’re breaking through!” The Sorority Wing – Connected Building They had no choice but to push forward. The dorms were connected by a skybridge. As they crossed, Damien froze. A group of infected sorority girls — including one he had fed from consensually just two nights ago — charged them. Their once-beautiful faces were twisted, designer clothes ripped and bloody. Damien moved like a ghost. He snapped necks with cold efficiency, but each kill carved another piece out of him. “They were innocent,” he whispered after the last one fell. “This virus doesn’t care about bloodlines or covens or packs. It takes everything.”

She said softly, "Don't be afraid, Adam. It's me, Ms. Clark. I'm here to help you. If you're scared, just knock." I lifted my hand and placed it against the coffin wall, gathering all the strength I thought I had, but there was no sound. Cluelessly, I looked at my hands. They were trembling as I tried again. My palm passed straight through the coffin and into the endless darkness. Was I dead? Before I could even process what was happening, Ms. Clark anxiously shouted, "Adam, say something! Aren't you afraid of the dark? Why aren't you answering? Did something happen to you?"

Truly jinxed. Doom — because of course that’s his name — attempts a food heist. She breaks off a piece of meat and feeds the little criminal, who accepts it with zero shame. I still can’t decide if he’s the cutest or ugliest kitten I’ve ever seen. He looks like the kind of cat that would sit on a witch’s broomstick, judging villagers. She switches on the TV. Pretty Woman. Not exactly my genre, but honestly? I’d watch static if it meant she stayed curled up next to me.

The grief has been poured out like water. Now there's just silence. The silence of a tomb. The silence of a body being sealed away. --- Julian seals the door. He's the one who does it. He types in the code. The heavy metal door swings shut. The lock clicks into place. I can hear it. The finality of it. The sound of being sealed away. The sound of being buried alive. Damon is still on the other side. I can hear him. He's not leaving. He's standing there. His hand pressed against the door.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

I felt so small, walking naked. Halfway, I saw a naked angel in a kneeling bow position. As I moved closer, I recognized it was Doom. I walked swiftly and joined him. “What is happening?” I asked. Doom slowly turned to me, and I saw his face depressed face—it seemed like he’d been crying. He was shuddering and couldn’t respond.

Flora had a faint pulse so I carried up to one of the spare bedrooms where Maya could attend to her. “What the hell happened to her?” Maya shrieked when she saw the bruised and battered Elora in my arms. “I don't know what's got into him, he almost killed her. Maya we have to get her away from him. He's going to send this whole pack down if he kills her.” It scared me to think that my own father could kill a she-wolf. He had walked off like it were no big deal. The walls and floors were splattered with blood. It was like a blood bath. I had ordered some of the omega girls to clear it up.

The fight and anger she had been feeling wholly evaporated from her body as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. They had been eating and laughing around their fireplace just a few hours ago. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the wood and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the men dragged her out into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were the orange