Doom Slayer Chainsaw Novels & Stories

"Quick reminder Damian, you are a Blackthorn, Thorns don't save, Blackthorn is meant to kill. why then did you save?" The eldest raised his hand. “You have tipped the balance, Damian. For that, you will suffer.” I drew a slow breath. “Then end me. But do not touch her.” The flames wavered as if amused. “End you? No. Death is mercy. You will feel.” The word rang like thunder. Chains of molten light coiled around my arms, searing into my skin. I gasped—not from the heat, but from the sensation itself. Pain.

Celeste smiled sarcastically as she turned her back to leave and as soon as she left, Clive locked the door. 'She has never changed.' as Clive lets out a sigh of relief. Clive started unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt and wiped sweat all over. He don't know if this sweat is still the sweat from the emergency situation or because of Celeste's presence a moment ago. When he was done, he immediately fixed his self and went out of the bathroom. "Oh! Finally, you are done, Dr. Aster! What took you so long? "It is hard to reach up to my back. But I've managed it already."

Diane shouted but her shouted were not loud enough with the sound of heavy rain outside. Malcolm sighed while smirked "Why?" Malcolm's hand grabbed Diane's hand and held it near Diane's head. "-What are you afraid for?" Malcolm compelled while Diane looked at him and rebelled ------ In a car, a person sits trying to relax, he is wearing a dark plaid shirt, with a brown leather jacket, his shaggy hair is cut short with a back comb, showing his perfect forehead and facial features, his face is shaved clean, even his mustache is also missing.

Killian rasped, his deep voice carrying a heavy, metallic rattle that vibrated directly through his chest and into my knees. He was hanging by the sheer, unyielding force of my grip, his massive, broad-shouldered frame suspended over a mile of empty, fog-choked air. The heavy, frost-tempered chains wrapped around his torso clinked with a slow, ominous rhythm in the updraft, their heavy iron links pulling him down with a relentless, mechanical gravity. Yet, his dark amber eyes, ringed by a desperate, bloodthirsty black, remained fixed entirely on my face, refusing to let me look down at the abyss.

She shook her head. “Then it didn’t get you.” He rubbed his arms, grimacing. “I hate those damn devices.” “Maybe they weren’t after me,” she said nervously. “Maybe it was you or someone else.” Cain shook his head. “No. That was a slayer’s tool one we use to locate Draynors in populated areas. It only works here if you’re targeting someone with a unique DNA signature. Your father is one of a kind. Which means you carry it too.”

I purred under his tightened jaw, hoping my scent and presence could at least help him calm down and speed up his healing process even just for a little. Drake grabbed the fire extinguisher nearby and used it to break the chains off Damien. There were gaps between his body and the wall, making it safe for Drake to keep crashing the chain with the metal of the extinguisher. While he was busy trying to break Damien's chains off, I mindlinked Hunter in a hurry.

Once Wilbur stepped into his attack range, his chain-and-hammer weapon would transform into Scythe of Death, ready to deliver a fatal blow. With a resounding crash, Ketta swung the chain-and-hammer weapon with tremendous force, seemingly aiming to squash Wilbur into pieces! Yet, in the next moment, Ketta's expression twisted into disbelief. "How's that possible?" he exclaimed in frustration. "How could you possibly withstand the attack of my Soul Shackles and Annihilation Hammer? It's impossible… It's utterly impossible!" Ketta could not believe that Wilbur escaped unscathed from his full-force attack, prompting him to erupt into a frenzied roar.

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

“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.

Damien Turning, my gaze landed on the wall—a gallery of power. Whips hung in clean order, each speaking a different promise, some soft and teasing, others carved for pain. Steel and suede Collars rested beneath them, and in shadows like trophies. Chains looped with military precision, their gleam catching in the light. I walked slowly, deliberately. My presence filled the room, I reached out. picked up a chain, letting it slide through my fingers. The weight was satisfying, honest. Tools like these didn’t lie. You knew exactly what they were made for.