Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

“My name alone should have kept the likes of you from running your con.” Fear coiled around my heart at the sound of his name. I had heard it before, years ago when I had been running with drugged-up humans. Striker was the local mob boss; worse, he was rumored to be a hunter. My kind had believed coming into the light had eliminated the threat of hunters, but I had come across a few wolves who told tales of Striker’s family and their brutal manner of dealing with werewolves. “Ah, I see you understand who I am now.” He cooed. “Good. Get me my money in two weeks, and I may just let you and your disgusting family live.”

She does not allow Celeste to mingle with other people who do not belong to their status. "Quit befriending him. You don't want him to get hurt right?" Her imposing aura is dominating the living room. She immediately turned her back and left Celeste astounded. Celeste's mom is Wensly Simeon-Klatt. Wensly is the third among the Simeon's siblings. She married Dawson Klatt when she was only twenty-two because of an arranged marriage. The gorgeous matriarch of the Klatts is a strong-willed woman. She is vicious and sometimes hideous because she wanted her husband to be the most favored among the Klatts.

He opened it, looked at me with a teasing smile then went outside. "Hey! Reaper!!!" I roared. I gathered the letters and headed outside, and he was already a few blocks away from my unit. "What is wrong with you, Reaper?" "I told you, I have a name," "I don't care; why are you bothering me?" I asked—almost shouted. "Am I?" Doom tightened his jaw, shoulders down almost slouched; eyes were blank and disenchanted. Doom moved away, not even looking back. I felt awful about the sudden drop of Doom's energy. I mean, what was wrong if I called him in his class? Isn't it true that he's a Reaper? What's so offensive about this?

Enraged at the people that sold me, I set the orphanage on fire. That's when the story of my existence started to circulate. They had called me The Reaper. After I started the fire on my old orphanage I was seen by the whole Brakstone City perched on the burning building, holding the scythe with a cloth coiled around my face. It was the same scythe that I had killed my father and the same cloth he'd worn as he died. And it hadn't matter if I'm just a child at that time their fear had made me an enormous monster in their eyes.

the dragon snapped, “You don’t. You outlast it. Try to channel, and you’ll crack your own skull. Hold the power, guide it, let it burn itself out through you.” Easy, Zayla thought, and almost laughed. The light outside the sanctuary reached critical mass; the stained-glass window overwhelmed inward, showering them all with diamond-tipped snow. Through the blizzard, Zayla saw the prophecy in living color: two armies marching toward the sanctuary, one boiling up the valley in banners of black and flame, the other pouring from the city in a tide of blue and silver. In between-strung between, pain like a wire waiting to spark—stood Zander, the Slayer General, not dead after all, his body restore

DOGO : i survived many battles and wars a little brat like you cannot kill me. DOOM : this brat is the son of the king you betrayed. DOGO : oh the god gives me the chance to kill one of the royal family. The battle began both use their axes, it was brutal force battle both get injured but both continued exchanging blows until the end, both haves fun ,all the soldiers stopped fighting just to watch this two berserks fighting like fools and enjoying get injured, DOOM used a lava magic technique called the spark, this technique enrage his body and make him more stronger and he will not feel the pain for 30 second.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

So let me, let me lay you down Lift me up, have it all tonight So let me, let me lay you down Light me up, have it all tonight Sacrifice - Black Atlass (...) Ella After the words of my hot neighbor left me tempted - just as I was doing with him, when I provoked him by dancing with Oliver - I continued drinking for what seemed like hours, I was already quite altered, not having much notion of what was happening around me. And all this out of sheer anger at myself, for wanting to be looser when it comes to men, not caring if the next day the guy forgets my name. While I miss the opportunity to enjoy life, my ex is still out there with the slut he cuckolded me with, or who might be fucking seve

The bed creaked like it was begging for mercy. Lucian’s voice dropped even lower. “You like that?” OH MY GOD. I slapped a hand over my mouth before I screamed. Who the hell gave him the right to look that hot?! That… animalistic. Dominant. Focused. Possessive. I shouldn’t be watching this. I REALLY shouldn’t be watching this. But I couldn’t. Look. Away. His back muscles were insane. His abs? Sculpted by Greek gods. The way his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead from sweat. The way his hand wrapped around the girl’s neck—

Savannah gripped the dagger hidden in her arms and drove it hard into Edmund's stomach. Blood gushed out in an instant, soaking through his clothes and dripping steadily from the hilt onto the floor. Terror twisted his face as he begged for mercy, "Sav, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me! I'll give everything back to you!" Savannah didn't waver. She yanked the blade out and plunged it in again, over and over. She kept at it until blood spilled from Edmund's mouth, leaving him unable to speak. Then, with a thud, his body hit the floor.