Doom Slayer Space Marine Novels & Stories

" Kaelen raised the Sun-Shatterer to the heavens. The five floating battle-cruisers of the Eastern Armada anchored in orbit suddenly beamed five concentrated pillars of crimson stellar energy directly into Kaelen's broadsword. The ancient warlord’s body swelled, his red dragon-scales glowing white-hot as he gathered five centuries of accumulated orbital fire into a single, absolute strike. "Die with your surface realm!" Kaelen bellowed, descending from the sky like a falling star, bringing his sword down in an apocalyptic overhead execution strike. "Celestial Dragon-Slayer: World Breaker!" A pillar of red plasma, three hundred feet wide, tore through the atmosphere, aimed directly at Dominic

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.

THE ATLANTIC THRONE: TWO HOURS LATER We didn't land. We were pulled. The Thorne-17 was caught in a tractor-beam of pure gravity, dragging us toward the obsidian throne rising out of the waves. Around the structure, the ocean was boiling, steam rising in thick, violet clouds. As we hit the landing bay, the doors hissed open. A legion of Kingslayers stood waiting, but they weren't the white-obsidian drones of the Council. These were "Primal" Kingslayers—creatures of raw shadow and ancient gold, their armor forged from the very first mercury-veins of the earth.

"With just a bunch of idiots like you, the Apocalyptic Legion and I will be more than enough." The Rank 7 Mad Ox Dark was dumbfounded. 'Apocalyptic Legion?' Lucas released the Apocalyptic Legion from System Space. Biggy the Zombie of Godly Boxer, White Doll the Zombie of Steel Limbs, Scarlet the Zombie of Polar Ice, Rayne the Zombie of Petrification, Sven the Zombie of the Ghastly Sword, Skeletal Lady the Zombie of the Big Clean Sweep, and Rexy the Zombie of Godly Gun. Additionally, there were the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies armed with metallic armor, and Blackie the Sky Canine!

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

Muscles had been unable to do that and as a result, he had been cast out of the Rage Daemon family. Speed Daemons had a speed requirement. While Slender was fast, he was incomparable to true Speed Daemons. As such, he too was cast out of the Speed Daemon family. Bloodlust and Breaker were different. They had excelled as Blood Daemons and had been chosen. Their futures should have been dark and gloomy, like that of every promising Undead who languished in the darkness; yet Breaker had died.

The wooden gravel hit the hard surface. Doom arrived at the cage, a playful smile visible on his scarred face. “He's Alpha Ryker, the son of the community whore, Alpha Rheagor," Doom whispered, draping a thick robe over my body. I hate that just anyone can touch me but I was left with no choice. “And what do I need this information for?” I snort. “Alpha Rheagor is said to buy slaves annually. He's obsessed and doesn't mind passing the tradition to his son. He's ruthless and the son... He's said to have killed the greatest rogue alive.”

Born from lightning, a destroyer emerges. The fall of Olympus in his hands. - Oracle of Trophonius “Lord Androkles? Are you awake? Lord Ares is requesting your presence.”, a hesitant, almost scared voice called from the other side of my door. “You call yourself a soldier of Ares…” a separate voice whispered as if reprimanding the other. “Oh, please, like you’d be any more forceful. He’s the destroyer.”, the first voice whispered back.

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

(Agent Hailmer @ 03) A full Squad of 4 A.C.I.A agents were sitting inside the house living space, and all of them were gearing up for the assault it was clear from their speech that they clearly despise the people that they were aiming at, after all, all of the Squads member were all non-human race, Agent Spider is the Squads Technology specialist, recording and hearing all the conversations, he is also an Oni Race, Agent Romeo is a Minotaur Demi-Human which is also the assault leader and also a Shield Knight of the Squad. Agent Hailmer is the medic of the squad which is also a Healer Mage, and the proud and devoted priest of the Aeternum Cathedral of Faith.