Doom Slayer Space Marine Novels & Stories

Sera said senselessly as she admired the house "Albert, Albert! Albert!! Its been a while I saw you... Are things going as planned? A voice echoed round the room "Yes my Lord" Albert replied while Sera kept looking around hoping to see the person talking when suddenly a man appeared from no where making her flinch slightly "Here is the girl" He said pushing Sera towards Lord Kono Lord kono was once a member of the AVOL TERRITORY ( the immortal realm) but for some reason he was cast out and he decided to take revenge with the help of Albert.

I turned back toward Trevor. Giving him a brief smile. Then.. I walked out, leaving him in the parlor. My mind drifted to his hands on my waist. I didn’t like it, I wasn’t comfortable but if I had to let him this close outside just to hurt Raymond… I’ll gladly do it. “ Why did you sign it.” I heard him say from behind me. I turned, stepping closer till I was a few inches away from him. “ Having raymond close for a month was a perfect portal to get our revenge, having him under me….. the contract was perfect, it matched our one month marriage contract you know.”

With a sharp tap of my toe on the jade stairs, I leaped into the air. Then, I completely released the abyssal demonic energy I had been suppressing within this mortal shell. A tsunami of black demonic flame erupted, in the blink of an eye blotting out the sun and plunging half the Canonization Platform into the shadow of an endless night. It was the purest form of chaotic energy. A single touch would cause a celestial's bones to crumble to dust. The celestial soldiers at the front did not even have time to scream before they fell in droves, like puppets with their strings cut.

"His body was completely limp, and every bone in him was broken. He died such a horrible death. Who was there to save him?" "Adam has never suffered since he was little," she continued. "If he's thirsty or hungry, he can crawl out and eat by himself. If he has even a little bit of guilt, he should stay inside and atone for his sins, praying that Andy's soul can finally rest in peace!" She straightened herself. "And don't worry. He's not locked inside. I specifically told them not to nail the coffin shut yet. And he's not numb. If he feels suffocated, he'll push the lid open himself to get some air.

Clive ordered. "Whatever, gay!" Louie mocked again. They walked through the corridor and parted ways at the end. Clive went straight to the entrance where his matte black Audi car is parked. 'I am the new 'Head'. Hiss!' He muttered and smirked to himself.

Mia questioned, "Who's this man, Claus? He looks...intense." Claus's eyes grew distant as he recounted, "That's my mentor, Rodrigo. He trained me in the art of combat and survival. He taught me to be relentless, but he also taught me to suppress my emotions. We were molded into weapons, Mia, and our innocence was the price we paid." "Where is he now? She questioned. Without hesitation, Claus answered. " Dead! A bullet to his skull right in front of us all. He wanted to leave but had not met with the demand. We weren't even allowed to mourn him"

As he spoke, he took out his gun and pointed it at her, "I'm sure you know that this gun is poisoned, and once I put my bullet through your skull, nothing on this earth is going to save you. Before you die, I want you to know this: You're looking at the new overall leader of all the gangs, Chief Stok. Goodbye, Queen Scorpion." After speaking, his hand went to the trigger, while Queen closed her eyes as a shot was fired.

None of your claims will ever become reality. As the words were spoken, a frightening surge of dragon vein energy erupted from beneath Mount Spiritus, ripping open a breach in the formidable barrier. Gideon quickly acted on this chance. He unleashed the Doombringer Knuckle, enhanced by Earthcore Flame and netherflame, which instantly wiped out over a hundred Vanguards and more than a dozen Archangels. Only the nine half-Supreme Archangels managed to endure Gideon's lethal attack. In moments, the scene was awash with blood.

light. "Dante, move!" I screamed. I snapped my black-mercury wings open, the blades extending to their full six-foot span. I dived into the fray, my wings clashing against the Kingslayer’s glaive. The sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the Scrappers fall to their knees, blood leaking from their ears. The Kingslayer was stronger than anything we had ever fought. Every time I struck him, his armor absorbed the frequency, glowing brighter with every hit. He was a "Void-Sink."