Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

I came home with a lump in my throat and a weight of guilt pressing on my shoulders. I didn't want to step into Axel's life, didn't want to become his mistress, and yet part of me craved that thrill—the one only he could give me. I longed for a normal life, a real marriage, love, passion… and at the same time, I knew I could never have both. Every time I thought about it, a voice inside me screamed: Liar!

I could sense that because his groans were a bit far from my hearing. I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t deny that I wanted him to dive into me.. I wanted him to go even deeper. I wanted our body to stitch together or something so he wouldn’t leave me anytime soon. “ Trevor… I really want to cum!!.” “ Hold it back princess.” He said as he kept thrusting. Holding it back wasn’t so easy. My legs were literally shaking heavily, but after a few minutes, he released me and my cum slashed all over the ground.

Deep inside, there was only emptiness. Why were Mommy and Daddy sad? Wasn't this what they wanted? They didn't have to worry about me anymore. They could have another child and live a happy life without fearing a cursed soul like me would ruin everything. Out of the blue, Mommy began pounding the coffin in a frenzy. Her hands were cut open by the nails, blood oozing in shocking streaks. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't know… Oh, Adam, my boy!"

Jone growls to the shadows, carrying the heavy chest directly into his private den. He slices the silver ribbon with his hunting dagger, his muscles locking tight as he lifts the obsidian lid. Inside lie the formal pack dissolution decrees, signed cleanly in dark royal ink. Jone traces the sharp signature with his thumb, a sudden wave of possessive ache radiating through his chest. This absolute severance was exactly what his warrior pride had demanded, yet the reality brings his inner beast zero victory. It feels like a permanent execution of his bloodline alliance, a raw wound festering deeper than any scar he received on the northern frontier.

“Everything seems okay with the pack. We maintained our reputation of being the strongest one, which is by the way established by Alpha Xander. But what we didn’t know is that he is slowly consumed by his inner demon. He lost his control and his wolf completely took over.” “He became a feral wolf. He attacks anyone he sees and kills dozens of our warriors. At the age of 17, Dimitri was left with the biggest decision anyone could make. He had no choice but to kill his own father with his own hands. That was eight years ago but the pain he had endure had gave him a huge scar in his heart. After that he changed.” “Was that the reason why he rejects me?” I still don’t understand where he is goin

I was looking like a fucking chaos right now and one of my forelimbs was on fire! I wasn't expecting him of all people to land a very hard slap on my face. The impact made my head hit hard against the board. I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth which I involuntarily spat out at him. This triggered the appearance of his fangs as he cringed at me.

Yvonne watched from the side of his eyes as he focused on the Dark Mages instead of Mira. And then they started chanting, the hollows in their eyes twinkled with spark straight from hell. "Zyrrak'thul na'khar!...(Summon the shadows!) Draek'vorn noctril!...(Darkness shall reign!) Vor'thul shadranek...(Power of the abyss.) Mal'zarnok enshar...(Blood of the fallen.) Nythorak krysth'gar!...(Unleash the torment!) "

Nico yelled, firing a shot into the air. I chuckled darkly as an idea formed. I wouldn't beg for something I created. "I'll return for all of your heads," I declared, a scoff escaping my lips. "I never issue empty threats." "We'll be ready for you, killer," he said, locking his gaze onto mine. With a smirk, I walked away and climbed into Luciano's car, setting my course for his mansion. It was time to step into my power as a Donna. I held the steering hard as pictures of the stingers, my family betrayed me. They committed a grave mistake and they knew it. I would kill all of them, I'll survive without them, I always survive. I will kill them all. Once a killer, always a killer.

But this time alone, he doesn't think he's going to make it. Rolling over and over during the night, waking up finally in a cold sweat of nightmares with his parents and KYOLINE. Choking out of the bed, he tries to rid his mind of the image of slaughtered KYOLINE dying under Carmine's boot. Fucking Carmine Cicconi. Waking with bleary eyes, he knows he must get up, and with leaden feet, he makes his way downstairs. The scent of hot pancakes fills the air as DAMON and L'OREAL discuss breakfast at the table and DEBORAH prods at her phone with determined vehemence.

The impact cracked through the air like thunder. His shell split open under the force of both Hellblades. Cancer’s smug grin vanished. His scream echoed through the arena before his body shattered, breaking into obsidian dust that scattered into the dark water.