Doom Movie Novels & Stories

"Drake Maddox?" Drake Maddox was the council member in charge of defense. The warrior vampire. Just like Athen, he was also sent on an assignment to get more weapons and to prepare a more adequate training ground for our soon-to-be members. Drake had his fair share of suffering from humans too but unlike myself and Athen, he didn't technically lose his parents. He had a crank whore for a mother and an abusive father. It got to a point where his mother would sexually abuse him and the point where his father would beat him to the point of death. He had an opportunity to leave home and since then, he didn't bother going back, and neither did his parents bother looking for him. "Everything is go

Doom City was a core city of the Doom Race. It was close to Mount Chaos. Though there was time left until the gathering, many powerful individuals had already arrived here to wait for the gathering’s commencement. Among them were well-known fighters and distinguished prodigies. Some were unknown in the Greater Realms and wanted to spread their fame far and wide. The individuals on the Chaos Gold Ranking were of particular interest to the crowd.

Leah Monroe I almost clipped my heel on the door when I slammed it in Xander’s face. I hope he was pleased with himself, now that his criminal friends have stolen my car. He didn’t even look like he cared. Maybe my car being stolen was a grand way of getting revenge on me for threatening him.

Throw Me Away Play these little games Acting like it's all good Today, today Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet (...) Ella It took me a while to get to sleep the night before. Because, for some reason, my mind seemed to be on alert. I kept remembering over and over again the image of Justin saving me and my kitten from the killer tree. And when I fell into that chest? My body lit up just remembering it. My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

My dad seems really distressed as he glances over towards the direction that he just came from. “Then speak your warning.” “Your time is drawing closer, your family is in danger, be prepared.” Then suddenly the monster disappears and I end up at my old house, but all my family seems to be alive. That is until I realise what day it is by looking at the calendar in the kitchen. It’s practically my dooms day. I can remember coming home in the afternoon finding everyone dead; the monster must be coming soon. I see dad standing in the exact same spot as he was when I found them, there is a sudden bang and I look around I see dad stand there, sadness showing in his eyes. He seems to look at me and

He loved the way Callum was moving up and down gracefully yet too sexy to handle. " I am ummmp clo…close. aahhh". Callum moaned, lightly tightening his channels. "Fuck Callum don’t squeeze me". Stephen groaned feeling the pressure increasing on his already hard cock.. "Oh damnnnnn"! Callum screamed high, hugging Stephen tight to his chest as he spurted himself in between their bodies. Capturing Stephen lips feeling him close inside himself. And soon after him Stephen emptied his sacks inside him. "I am dead". Callum whined. And he wasn’t wrong. That had just called it a night at dawn and it was only 9 in the morning.

As the Don, Matteo became the most feared figure, infamous for being an unfeeling monster. Only a rare few closest to him knew that the cold-blooded and decisive Don had actually gone mad. During meals, he would insist on setting the table for two. When he slept, he would lie on one side, leaving the other half of the bed empty. At meetings, he would suddenly ask the empty seat next to him, "What do you think, amore mio?" He became a living, breathing joke. On one heavily snowing day, Matteo came alone to my empty grave. Sitting down by the tombstone, he leaned against it as he took out a bottle of wine and two glasses.

I climbed onto the platform while Amber stared in complete disbelief, her mouth hanging open. "I'm here today to expose something horrific that's been happening in our shelter. Even in the apocalypse, we can't abandon our humanity. "We're not animals. We have ethics, we can think, we can choose to be better. That's why Jared and his team built this place." The moment I'd taken the stage, Amber's expression had turned to shock. Now, as my words sank in, horror replaced the shock. She started screaming and thrashing. "No! Please! Don't!"