Doom Movie Novels & Stories

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"

Other students were busy drawing some sketches on their work pads whilst others were shooting death glares at poor Seo-In who was stuck with being Theo's partner for the day. Nico on the other hand decided to keep his distance from Mia. She puzzled him greatly and he did not want to get too involved with her. Mia on the other hand was caught on to some one's else conversation. "I'm telling you, there's a secret door in this cave Chase!" Douglas aka Dougie said excitedly. "Dougie, Storm Mountain, is nothing but a myth, you got to let it go." But Doug was an adventure seeker, and ever since he found the map to Storm Mountain, an obsession had come over him.

"He is back. His name is Doomsblood, the most barbaric Vampire the world has ever encountered. He can see templates of the future, which makes him the hardest vampire to capture. Luna captured him but before then he sired Marcellus and Kael. Luna believed it was his way to come back, and now, it looks like it." "He is a force we cannot fight alone. He kills everything and threatens all life. There will be none excluded," Atticus picks up after. Judging from everyone faces, I can tell that being, Doomsblood, is indeed a crazy one. Even Kael looks like he could shit on himself. "Does this mean we are going into another war?" "War is something you can fight. Doomsblood is not. He would kill any

Revealing a new chamber pulsing with red light. And in the center of the chamber… A heartbeat. Not metaphorical. Literal. A massive, suspended organ pulsing with veins of black and blue, thumping slow and heavy shaking the walls with every beat. Lola’s blood went cold. “Oh my God…” she whispered. Jayden stared, stunned. “That’s impossible.” Mirror-Jayden’s fading echo whispered through the corridor: “Not everything in the Doom Room is human. Some things… are older.” The heartbeat thudded harder.

“It's quite funny how Michael asked idiots to take care of his business. You don't have to send me an invitation because you aren't good enough. Had you sent one to me, then I would have torn it away. Doom's look changed as he drew closer to Lucian, he looked at him fiercely and turned towards Novela who stood quietly watching them. Doom questioned why she was standing beside Lucian and if she had sent the invitation to him. Lucian turned to Novela, who responded that she did and asked Doom to stay within his limits. Novella's words were sharp and quiet as she became more and more interesting to Lucian. He stared at her, nodding his head, wondering, This time he was certain that she's finall

"Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home." 150 thousand dollars? The number blared in my head like an alarm. I turned toward the phone on the nightstand on autopilot. October 30th, 2064. 8:17 am. My stomach dropped. The date, the time, Leo's words, even the look on his face, were exactly the same as that day burned into my memory. October 30th, 2064, was the day before the zombie outbreak. It was also the day Leo used "remodeling our future home" as an excuse to bleed my savings dry.

With every word I spoke, Wilson's face grew paler. The anger in his eyes was swallowed by shock and disbelief. He had never imagined that the past he so casually dismissed had left such deep scars in me. "I…" He tried to argue, but every word felt powerless against the truth. The violent surge of emotion, combined with the trauma to his body, finally broke him. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out again. The monitor shrieked an urgent alarm. As the medical team rushed in to stabilize him, I stood coldly aside, expressionless, like a detached observer.

D-17. Why did that look familiar? Nora stepped closer. The letters had been painted in dark red. Not printed. Not engraved. Painted by hand. She stared until her eyes hurt. A memory stirred. The apocalypse. A dark room. Someone speaking. A warning. Then it disappeared. “Nora?” Adrian stood behind her. “Something wrong?” She touched the marking. “I've seen this before.” “Where?” Nora frowned. “I don't remember.” He examined the letters.

“It wasn’t just the spook. Off in the woods where I went for safety there were things. Things old and awakened. Things waiting for the end of the world and becoming impatient. They got senioritis, because it’s soon to happen.” Jon remembered. He remembered the sensations of doom emanating from the cemetery visions. There was no arguing it away. “What kind of things?” he asked. “Things with ragged shapes, like half-torn shadows puffed up with poisonous gas and sickly yellow spots of light puncturing through. That’s all I could see. There was more to them, I could feel it, but my eyes couldn’t take it in.” His head shook compulsively as he spoke. As if he were fighting some primeval instinct t

Leni gasped in surprise and stared in horror but Roque threw himself in front of Leni and got hit by the ball of holy flame. Roque fell to the ground, unconscious. Serra could still feel a speck of life left on his body. The heavenly fire punishes the deserving. Leni stared at Serra with hateful eyes. "What are you" Leni whispered. Serra didn't answer. "Can it be?" a Badblood whispered behind Leni. Then suddenly, Serra's sword vibrates. She looked around and there in the distance were Reapers coming to their direction. "Reapers!" a winged Badblood shouts.