Novel & Cerita Doom Slayer Space Marine

He was a god. Untouchable. Forbidden. Deadly. For centuries, Damian Blackthorn walked among mortals, hiding his true nature behind a mask of cold perfection. Bound by a divine law never to interfere, he had one rule: humans were not his to save. Until the night he saw her. Nanya was nothing special—just a regular girl, late, tired, and vulnerable. She should have died in that dark alley. Damian should have walked away. But against his will, against every law written in blood and fire, he saved her. And that one reckless act changed everything. Now, Nanya carries the mark of a god. His power burns in her veins, tying her fate to his, making her both irresistible and forbidden. She is his salvation… and his curse. He swore never to love a mortal. She never believed in gods. But in the shadows of desire and danger, doom tastes a lot like destiny. 🔥🔥🔥

Once I begged for your love while our son drew his last breath. Now watch me take back everything you hold dear. The first time, I died on a rain-slicked road with my four-year-old's name on my lips and my husband's rejection still burning in my chest. Silas Vance took three years from me. Three years of existing like furniture in his mansion while he draped Clara over his arm at every gala, every interview, every moment that mattered. When our son needed him, really needed him he let my calls go to voicemail. Thirteen times. I counted. Our son didn't make it through the night. Neither did I. Then I opened my eyes. Two years earlier. Divorce papers on the nightstand. My son's laugh echoing from down the hall. This time, I won't beg. Won't wait. Won't shrink myself small enough to fit in the shadows he assigned me. This time, I'll become someone he doesn't recognize. Someone who smiles at his enemies, steals his deals, and dismantles his empire while he's still searching for his meek little wife. When he finally figures it out—when he's pounding on my door, begging for answers, desperate for a second chance? I'll hand him those signed papers and remind him: Some deaths are just the beginning.

He wasn't looking for love, the pack needed a Luna, and he needed a wife. Someone he was incapable of loving and Celia Wright was the perfect she-wolf for the role. But everything changed when the council gave him Kayla Wright instead. He didn't want her. She was not only beautiful but she seemed so naive and kind. He didn't like the fact that she made his cold heart flutter and the desire to take her in his arms, rip off her clothes, and claim her, was driving him insane and it awakened his inner beast. Alpha Asher, the most dreaded and dangerous Alpha King in the council. He was known for ruthlessness and wicked deeds. A vicious being that dished out punishment like a pack of candy and killed mercilessly without batting an eye. He was handsome, powerful, wealthy, and widely feared in the whole universe. After he unknowingly killed his mate through the manipulation of an evil sorcerer. He lost it and became a feral being whose only quest for blood was insatiable, and he vowed never to fall in love again. But everything changed when he was offered Kayla Wright in replace of her sister. He had to fight whatever attraction or feelings that were forming between them because he was still in love with his dead mate Emily. What happens when his dead mate suddenly comes back to life, and he is torn between doing what is right and following his heart? As the story unfolds, Alpha Asher finds out that the three women in his life came for different purposes. One will stop at nothing to be with him because of power and wealth, One was on a revenge mission to kill him, and the other one was his destined mate.

She broke up a 5-year relationship because he shot her parents. Two years later, her husband was kidnapped by his friends. Now, she has no choice but to get reconnected with her ex, whose charm she absolutely cannot resist. Follow Mia’s journey into a world of danger, deadly secrets, and the sexiest, hottest, steamiest moments, all in the quest of finding her husband. 

The sky turned red, and meteors fell. Screams and explosions everywhere. For an unknown reason, people started having magic abilities.. Most were happy, but it didn't last long. Soon came the undead. To survive, kill, or be killed. Her mom disappeared. She was betrayed by her ex-fiance' and killed by her step-sister. Now she's back a year before the apocalypse, equip with magical space, this time will it be the same? Warning: mature scenes, gore & violence. Hi readers, I'm an amateur author. Please be lenient with me. This is my first novel, so please allow me to grow. Suggestions will be appreciated. Thanks!!! This story, characters, and places are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people, places, and events is purely coincidental. Would you like to buy me a cup of coffee? https://ko-fi.com/oppo_red pictures source: https://pixabay.com/ https://www.canva.com/

"Take me back to my family, you monster." I seethed in anger at the person in front of me now. I am not bothered at the sight of him naked before my eyes. Anger and fear had over-powered me since the moment he kidnapped me and brought me in this damn place. He chuckled and as he move closer to me cupping my face with his warm hand. "I am your family... my mate." "Stop calling me that. I am not your mate and I will never be." "Oh I can't do that. You belong here and not with those weak humans." amusement not leaving his eyes. "Humans? Of course I belong there. If there's a place I don't belong to, it's in this godamn place. Just let me go." "Oh really now? How come you don't belong here when you are... " he paused a moment. "What's that term you used again?... ah, a monster....yourself?" I was taken aback at what he said. "Me? A monster? You are making a mistake. I am not like you." Just as I about to speak again, the man changed his form. With the cracking of bones and the appearance of thick black hair in his entire body, he is once again the monster I saw earlier. I am beyond scared now but I can't do anything because both my arms are chained to the wall. His eyes were a mix of amber and black that watched me intently. Then very slowly he came forward. He looked me in the eye and with that came a voice from my head. "Really? Then explain to me why you can hear me talking now? It's one thing we werewolf can do. It's called mind-link." With that he changed into human form again with a smirk in his face. "See you later." Then he walked outside the room leaving me here petrified.

When human civilization all around the world begins to face the threat of impromptu attacks from werewolves and vampires, with each line of the supernatural individually operating on its own, A plan is made to protect a human state to keep the women, girls and children safe. Unfortunately this plan flops and Jasmine, a 20 years old human scientist naturally finds herself leading a group of survivors out of the town. Regardless, the cunning invaders finds out about the plan and eventually they are trapped by the monsters. The heir and prince of the werewolves, Alpha Raymond, picks an interest in Jasmine which she cringes upon. Unable to resist her beauty and the lust he has for her, he shares a love/hate relationship with her, keeping her in his secret house. An unfortunate event happens and Jasmine is captured from the werewolves by the vampires as she corresponds to an important sacrificial asset they've been hunting for years. Would Alpha Raymond be able to save her and would she ever accept his love?

Ivory spent her whole life certain her childhood best friend Caden was her fated mate. When he bonds with someone else, she doesn't shatter — she simply goes hollow. She walks away, builds a quiet life in the human world: a bakery, an apartment, a cat named Fig. Then her brother is falsely accused of a crime threatening inter-pack war, and she's forced home. Crescent Ridge has changed. Her father has stepped down, replaced by Rhett — composed, strategic, and unsettlingly perceptive. He has no mate. And he's noticed her. Just as something real begins to form between them, a delegation arrives from a neighboring pack — carrying the truth about who the Moon Goddess actually chose for Ivory. It's the last person she'd want. And the one person Rhett would call an enemy.

Eurie Sanchez is just a simple high school student. Her future is already planned: go to college, find a good job, and reclaim her father's house. But, everything changes when one day a man from another universe, named Kaizer Dragunflare, barged in to her play, sliced arms, and saved her to some possessed kidnappers. Her world swirls and goes back to zero as she learns that she is not the orphan girl she thought she was. She is actually a Zaenoth lost girl, from the clan of Cezanne who can freeze things, her apartment, and even the space and time. In a blink of an eye, she travels through worlds as she tries to unravel the past of her lost self... the past of the little Elliot Cezanne, the last space bender.

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.