Doom Slayer Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A large, tall figure, with broad shoulders and a red cloak that somehow feels familiar. An ear piercing scream leaves my father’s mouth and I’m pulled back to reality. I rush to my teeth and push past the figure that separates me from my father. The man defending me, was faceless, his face hidden by the cloak, but his arms poked out from under the cloak, long clawy fingers wrapped around my father’s arms, talons sinking into his flesh, letting warm blood drip and stain the ground.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

Climaxes grew longer and more intense, each one feeding the Song until reality itself seemed to throb with pleasure. At the heart of the perpetual blaze, the core eight merged completely. Every hole filled. Every combination explored. Silas and Draven double-stuffing Vespera while she sucked Rook. Wren and Lorien claiming me together as Sable sat on my face. The eight of us moved as one, a single pulsing entity of lust and love. The shared climax was transcendent waves of golden-emerald fire cascading through every connected realm, awakening new depths of desire and healing.

"I know, Little Mate. I'm going to make you cum and I'll be yours." For a moment she lost Sally in her pleasure, the younger woman rising beneath her. She lifted her slightly, pressing their clits together, her lips finding her pulse at her neck. Her teeth growing as the smell of fire enveloped her. "Cum," she ordered gruffly against her and Sally's body bowed as she screamed. Celeste drowned her own howl as her teeth buried in her mate shoulder and the sparks around them exploded. Sally was hers. Forever. In the distance she could feel Hunter's pride filled roar. Bound together through one bond.

Damon’s research footprint was widening, dipping into obscure cyber-forensics threads, requesting archived logs, even poking at companies tangential to Byte & Beam. He wasn’t chasing a breach anymore. He was chasing someone. Hailey closed her laptop and leaned back, the weight of inevitability pressing down on her chest. She would protect Elara, as always. But the lines between danger and desire were blurring. And Hailey wasn’t sure if she should fight that… or let it happen. Because maybe, just maybe, Damon Cross wasn’t only a threat. Maybe he was the one man who could match Elara blow for blow.

I want this to be over with. “Amelia Hope Robertson.” “I, Dimitri Sky Hemming, reject you, Amelia Hope Robertson as my mate.” Let’s see how you react now. A smirk formed my face. “Are you high?.. Oh gosh I told Trixie not to involve drugs tonight.” I was not prepared for her answer at all. Didn’t they say that once you found your mate, your bond will be very strong that when one rejects you, you will literally suffer from the heart-break?

I stand up drawing Lindsay's attention to me her eyes are filled with fear because she thinks I lost my mind and maybe I have a little bit. "Damon ",she looks uncertain. "time to end this Lindsay give me the gun",she starts shaking the gun not steady anymore when she aims for my dad I charge. I feel a bullet enter me as I knock her to the ground and the guns slide across the room. My claws come out and I slash her throat out. Her eyes go wide as I fall off and hold my stomach. Blood pours out as she chokes on her own blood. The door caves in and Dominic looks frantic as he pucks my dad up and uses vampire speed to run off.

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…"

My gaze narrowed as I absorbed the weight of his admission, the gravity of our impending confrontation intensifying. A surge of anger welled within me, fueled by the violation of Fernanda's essence. The clash between light and darkness, symbolized by Draxler's transformed state, mirrored the internal turmoil that roiled within me. The battlefield became a canvas upon which the forces of destiny painted their cruel designs.