Doom Slayer And Isabelle Novels & Stories

"Everything I built. Everything I planned. Destroyed by one wolf who refused to know her place." "My place is right here" I said. "Standing between you and the throne you tried to steal." He smiled. Cold. Mad. "Then let us see if you can hold it." He charged. And behind him the throne room doors opened. Isabella stepped out. Holding a crossbow. Aimed directly at my heart. "This is for Damien" she said. And fired.

His eyes flicked toward the hidden camera in the corner of the room before he leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice as if the walls themselves might betray him. “Listen carefully,” he whispered. “Things are getting worse outside.” My stomach tightened. “What do you mean?” He hesitated, a long, uneasy pause that made my pulse spike. Then he spoke again, quieter. “Isabella is escalating. She’s no longer just targeting Dante’s operations, she’s targeting anyone remotely connected to him.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. Dr. Hale’s hands moved mechanically as he checked my pulse, but his voice was anything but steady.

Glass shattered from the windows, shards raining down like deadly snowflakes. Lucien burst through the door, eyes wide. “Damion, stop!” But it was too late. His rage was spiraling, feeding the curse. The chandelier above us shook violently before crashing to the ground. “Where is she?!” His roar was deafening. Isabella’s bravado cracked. “She… she’s in the basement!” she choked out, tears streaming down her face. Damion dropped her like trash. She hit the ground hard, coughing and gasping for breath.

I added, savoring the burn of the champagne. Damian smirked faintly, raising his glass higher. “And to the day she realizes she was never the hunter only the prey.” The three of us drank, sealing our unholy alliance. Isabelle leaned back in her chair, satisfaction curling at the corners of her lips. “Soon, she’ll be broken. And Matteo… well, he’ll be nothing but collateral damage.” I was about to respond when my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up casually, expecting another update from my men but the moment I read the screen, my smirk froze.

she said, and my jaw dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded. “There is no need to lie now. They already know the truth. They also know that the baby you are carrying isn't the Alpha's but Damian's,” she stated. I was confused, shocked and angry that she could come up with such a lie. “What do you have to say for yourself, Isabelle?” The Elders demanded. “I don't know what she is talking about. I have never been with any other man since I married the Alpha…”

Samuel—the Iron King, Sun-Omega, Alpha of the Stain bloodline—faced threats every day, but Isabelle’s words made the danger intimate, terrifying. “She’s not just after Samuel,” Isabelle continued. “She wants him broken. She wants him destroyed… and if she can, she’ll annihilate everything connected to him, including the twins, Adrian, the pack… everyone. And she has a plan to do it systematically.” The rogue mage, Selene, stepped forward. “How do you know she’s human? If she’s that powerful, maybe she’s a shifter too?” Isabelle shook her head. “No. She’s Pure-Human. She was captured by Richard Stain decades ago. He experimented on her mind, altered her life… and she survived. Now she’s a wea

★An abandoned building★ "Why did we bring her here?" Chloe asked, pulling the unconscious Nirvana into the building "I need to get rid of her.. she is the reason Desmond doesn't look at me" Rachel smirk "you mean Jasmine? But you once told me she's a twin.. what if we got Nirvana and not Jasmine?" Halle asked "The fact they have the same face is their problem to bear... I don't care who it is cause I'm ready to make her pay" Rachel said with an evil smile

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

My arms are dead weight, my legs don’t exist anymore, my neck locks, muscles seizing as if my body is slowly turning to stone, and my lips barely part as air struggles in and out. I can’t move, I can’t scream, and I can’t press the button. Terror consumes me. “Please,” I sob silently, tears streaming into my hair. Damian. Mama. Anyone. Isabelle straightens, smoothing down her fake scrubs. “I should go,” she says brightly. “I wouldn’t want to be here when things start shutting down completely.” She pauses at the door, glancing back over her shoulder. “By the time anyone realiss what’s wrong,” she adds sweetly, “it’ll be too late.”

“L ..let..Lex( coughs)...l…please.. please “. She writhed and struggled as her legs dangled in the air and she scratched his hands. Tears slipped her eyes and I shook my head in dread. He's going to kill her! His eyes were way too bright, his body was as hard as a rock and his claws sank into the sides of her neck. I wasn't staring at Lex but a demonic serial killer who needed to quench his taste for blood. “Lex, stop it!” I yelled towards him and went towards both of them. “You're going to kill her, stop it already!” I cried as Isabella was tired of struggling, her body was becoming pale and weak and it was just a matter of seconds to break her windpipe. “ALEXANDER!!” I growled and used the