Novelas y relatos de Doom

“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.

Her green hair served as a covering for her nakedness, covering up her breasts and feminine folds. “Shut up!” Doom snapped, and he too came out of the dark. He was a giant man, with shiny golden skin and broad shoulders and chest—much bigger than Mischief. He was three times her size, and he didn’t know how the books said they were together, but he wasn’t here to figure that out. He was here to make a request. “I am a pusher of boundaries, and so I would say, six months.” “What’s six months?” Doom asked, looking a little clueless about it all.

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.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Michael locks his jaw, his chest tightening as Jone emerges from the chamber, his silver omega eyes completely vacant, his massive frame trembling as Rebbie Hale anchors his arm to keep him from collapsing onto the flagstones. "The Elder Luna's core shattered before the dawn ritual could commence," Rebbie Hale whispers through his teeth, masculine tears rolling down his scarred cheeks. "The healers could not contain the rot." Jone pushes past his brother's grip, his steps heavy and uneven as he approaches the stone altar where the old queen's body lies cooling beneath the sacred wolf-furs. He drops heavily to his knees, his large, calloused hand reaching out to clasp her freezing fingers, hi

I groan and clutch my chest as if I might physically hold my heart together if I press hard enough. The kitten jumps onto my bed and starts clawing my pillow with violent enthusiasm. I wish I could claw that stupid Chloe whore like that. “Okay,” I mutter, voice breaking, “so I may be heartbroken on top of this insane flu bug. Sue me.” I point a finger at the cat’s nose. “But it’s HIS fault.” The kitten — Doom (I kept his shelter name) — stops mid-destruction and rubs his little butt all over the pillow he just assaulted. He stares at me with those predator-green eyes.

K-9 asked him. “Who’s taking charge over there? We need intel on the players making a name down there.” “They call themselves the Sons of Doom,” Poison said, scratching at the scruff growing on his jaw. “Started out as a street gang, got into drug running for the Dogs, but now that their source of income is dead, they might move themselves up the ladder and take over the whole operation.” Jake nodded his head. “And who’s their fearless leader?”

Danilo, who was just about to head up after going downstairs, bumped right into a zombie and immediately let out an ear-piercing scream. There was then the sound of liquid splattering and bones shattering. Lasagna trembled violently in my arms. I buried her head into my chest, covering her ears. However, the sounds could still be heard. "Damn it!" Someone cursed outside the door. It was Paolo. "Boss! What should we do?" "Shut up!" Marco's voice was still low and suppressed, but this time, I could hear the trembling in his voice. Quinto didn't say a word, and neither did Valerio.

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.