Doom Slayer Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

It wasn’t fear yet. But the animal in them sensed a predator older, darker, and infinitely more willing to ruin the world for one person. Damian moved before thought could catch him. One heartbeat the Cross men were standing—smug, breathing, existing—and in the next, they were meat. Claws tore through sternum, bone cracked like dry twigs, and Damian ripped them apart with a violence that felt… sacred. Righteous. The chamber walls were painted red before the bodies even hit the floor.

Clive bravely stated. "I will still pay you. You'll receive your salary twice a month as agreed upon the contract. You cannot back out now. You have a contract with me." Celeste declared. "My contract states that I am a research assistant. After all you have your bestfriend, Tracy, right? You won't need me as a friend." Clive stood up and walked close to Celeste. "Don't get me wrong. I really want to be your friend too. I also want to hang out with you. But not this way." Clive rejected.

As she continued to stare at the man, an odd feeling returned to her mind. "Wait—" and then she returned her gaze to the man's face—he's the man in my dreams! She exclaimed in her mind, perplexed by what was going on. And, just as she remembered in her dream, she can't deny how attractive the man in front of her is. She kept staring at the man until she noticed the crest on its bow. "It's the same crest I saw in my dreams," she exclaimed. And, out of morbid curiosity, she examined the ankh circa, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed, just like in her dreams.

"But here is it. No one will pull the trigger on your behalf. I will get him for you and I promise you, just like you pulled the trigger on your sister, you will pull the trigger on him, and no one, not even the Beast will come after you. You have my word." Sergio as well as Claus was surprised. Carol never promises people. Sergio was just a small boy when Carol left the brotherhood. They had celebrated her 100th kill and her freedom being the first person to gain her freedom. That gave most of them hope that they could one day escape the fate the Beast had forced on them. Claus didn't wait to be celebrated. They just knew he made his 100th kill and never returned because his woman left him.

He didn't look at his daughter; he looked at the floor, his posture one of complete, utter submission. "The Thorne is ready for the final integration," Dominic announced, his voice devoid of the paternal affection she had spent a lifetime chasing. "She has survived the culling of the variants. She has felt the sting of betrayal. Her neural pathways are fully saturated with despair." Rusty began to walk toward the stairs leading to the balcony. He moved with a languid, terrifying grace, every step a promise of violence. "Despair is the only catalyst that triggers the permanent crystallization of the Thorn s neuro-toxin," he explained, his mental projection echoing like thunder. "We needed you

A zombie lunged at him and clamped its jaw down on his waist. A miserable scream escaped him. Blood instantly soaked through his clothes. Even then, he kept crawling forward, like he didn't understand what was happening. The zombies tore into his limbs in a frenzy. Flesh and blood flew everywhere in a chaotic mess. "I'm sorry, Mom… I'm so sorry…" His voice broke into fragments as he was being eaten alive. "I shouldn't have trusted… Madeline… and I shouldn't have… ignored Selene…" His voice grew weaker, but he kept mumbling, "I killed everyone at the base…"

I whispered. Max and Cee fought back-to-back, blades clashing. “They’re thinning!” Max grunted. I grinned, hope rising. The camp grew quieter, enemies retreating. A shadow moved—Damon crawling away. I chased, tackling him. “Not so fast!” I snapped, pinning him. He glared, spitting blood. “You’ll regret this,” he hissed. “And how do you plan to make that happen?” I taunted with my brows lifted.

Alyssa said, "You think using the baby to force him into marrying you makes you special? He loves me. He will always love me. You'll never compare to that." Seeing that she hadn't provoked Solana's anger like usual, Alyssa felt the frustration building. Then, she suddenly smiled and added, "Solana, however much he used to love you, that's how much he'll hate you now!" Solana looked at her in confusion, not understanding. However, Alyssa only laughed louder and returned to the safe room. Moments later, terrible screams could be heard from inside. Solana's heart clenched. Without thinking, she sprinted toward the basement.

“Let me tell you the fascinating story about today's plan as we wait for Keirah to wake up. A story about the master planner of the event happening today. “On how I met him and how we ended up here today? You see, the master plan of today is Doom. Doom's plan is the one that has brought all of us here right now, “Doom came to me for the first time at my lowest. He just came up like an angel and everything since then has not gone out of plan. I owe Doom a lot for making my weirdest dream a reality. “When I met Doom back then. My thinking was all about running away and staying in hiding. I thought all my life I would be running away from werewolves that were threatening my survival. Especially

The way she’d looked at him on that bridge, like she was teetering on the edge of something neither of them could name. It was reckless. Maddening. But he couldn’t summon hatred. Instead, he felt the snap of something binding them tighter, knowledge as intimate as it was damning. He tapped his finger against the desk, considering. He could destroy her tonight. Strip her bare before the board, before the world. CrossTech would stand untouchable. Clarisse’s games would crumble. But Damon Cross wasn’t only a hunter. He was a strategist. And sometimes the most powerful weapon wasn’t exposure. It was possession.