Doom Slayer Space Marine Novels & Stories

" I am Doom! And will forever be Doom, No one crosses my path unless he desired death and chaos, I have been Absorbing Galaxies and Planets for Centuries now, This time when I Lord Doom has finally gain control over this Reality " " Reality will fall "

On the eastern flank, the fighting turned visceral. Vorathian shock troops, shape-shifters wearing stolen Terralis scales and Thalorian fins, poured onto the platform. They moved wrong, joints bending in unnatural directions, faces melting and reforming mid-stride, as if the bodies they wore had never quite convinced themselves to stay. One of them caught a Vyrkath marine, claws punching through armor and ribs in a single wet rip. Blood fountained, hot and dark, spraying across the deck as the marine screamed once before his lungs collapsed. Draven appeared for exactly thirty-seven seconds.

The Titanium drones were not clobular guards like the machines of ashes. Warlords. They were slender, silent and lethally precise. As soon as Kael pressed, they opened the fire. Grellblauen Plasma-Salven swipe through the server forest and left the black obsidian floor where they slew, slew. “Deckung!” I cried and ripped Nova behind one of the massive, amber-coloured Light columns. The ice-cold avatar observed the chaos from his platform with a

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

“Father…just pray that Luciano dies tonight because if by any means, he makes it back. I can’t imagine what he will do to you. “And I hope for the goodness of this world. For once in my pathetic life, God listens to this prayer and makes Luciano win. If the world is to see a bright future. Someone must stop you.” Don Mauro turns around and slaps him hard on his cheek. “That’s why you were never fit to rule the Solana empire after me. You don’t have it in you. You are a pathetic loser for a son. And for your information, no one and nothing can stop me now. “Thanks to Doom’s plan and Keirah’s biochips, that will never happen. Doom wanted to create an army that could use human technology to hel

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

"He is back. His name is Doomsblood, the most barbaric Vampire the world has ever encountered. He can see templates of the future, which makes him the hardest vampire to capture. Luna captured him but before then he sired Marcellus and Kael. Luna believed it was his way to come back, and now, it looks like it." "He is a force we cannot fight alone. He kills everything and threatens all life. There will be none excluded," Atticus picks up after. Judging from everyone faces, I can tell that being, Doomsblood, is indeed a crazy one. Even Kael looks like he could shit on himself. "Does this mean we are going into another war?" "War is something you can fight. Doomsblood is not. He would kill any

He couldn't even look at her. He knew it all along that it was to come, but he never accepted. His mate used to tell him that she was having dreams of her demise. That her mate would live in sorrow but living, nonetheless, for their daughter. Her mate raising their daughter in a fierce warrior. Her daughter.... standing with her head held high im a battlefield between the living and he dead while everyone knelt in front of her. Submitting.

Mar looked at her two companions who stood in attention while the cadet went inside the barn. “You seem pretty used to this?” she asked Dorin, but the officer arrived before the other could answer. "Your rifle, sir." 2nd Lieutenant Monroe handed a long silver rifle to the drill Sergeant. There were intricate runes carved on the black wooden barrel, trailing to the tip of its metal muzzle. "First lieutenant Gunnar, have you any experience in using elemental firearms?" he asked Mar. "No sir," replied the lieutenant, "I am a Sword Master, Rapier Class, from the non-magic corps."

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.