Doom Slayer Space Marine Novels & Stories

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

If this kept up, they'd discover my safe house. After weighing my options, I decided to corner them in a narrow alley and force them to stop. "You guys?" I frowned at the group in front of me. "We settled our account, didn't we?" They were the thugs I'd hired earlier to help with the staged rescue. Were they back for more food? But they shouldn't have finished what I gave them yet. The leader was muscular with a solid build. A blush crept across his tanned face when I spoke. "Miss, the thing is, we're actually mercenaries. Our employer's dead. Our buyer's gone too. If you hadn't given us food the other day, we would've starved by now."

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

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

"I'm going to the land of shattered souls. That's not the same place." "It's all the same realm," Drake said, with the patience of someone who had been alive long enough to know that geography in Hell was more concept than cartography. "And War is a Horseman. He doesn't observe borders. He is the violation of them." He stood, and the shift in his posture changed the energy in the room. Less composed. More urgent. "You and Elias could both be lost down there. Both of you, Harper. Shattered, or worse, claimed. And Marcus would still be broken. And the Council would have everything they need to classify the demon bloods as a rogue faction and shut down everything you've built."

"I will never let you take over. If you want my body, kill me first." In the heart of a dark dimension, Sylas' spectral form seethed with frustration. He hadn't expected Homer's soul to be this resilient. Even imprisoned, Homer refused to yield. And with Sylas short on time, he could only manipulate Homer's left hand, which Landon had already stopped. Realizing this, Sylas roared. Dark energy surged, forming countless tendrils that merged into a sharp blade aimed at Homer. "Homer, this is the Soul Crusher Edge. I'll give you one last chance. Surrender total control, or I'll pierce your soul and obliterate you!"

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

- she points to one of the doors in the corridor. With some skill, I open the door, placing her delicately on the bed. - Get on all fours, I want to see your ass up close... - she turns around, doing what I asked, and thrusts her ass up high, making my cock pulsate. I slap her ass, salivating, glimpsing the most perfect sight I've ever seen, it's a true vision of paradise, her pussy and ass exposed, totally at my mercy. I kneel on the mattress, running my tongue from her vagina to her anus, licking them.