Doom Slayer X Miruko Novels & Stories

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

Anna shouted at Damon, dodging a bolt of dark energy. “And you don’t understand how to win!” Damon retorted, his shadows growing stronger. --- The Mirror’s Wrath As the battle raged, the mirror realm began to react. The ground trembled, and the mirrors around them cracked, releasing more shadowy creatures. Both groups froze as a low, guttural growl echoed through the air. “What did you do?” Mia hissed at Damon. “I didn’t do anything!” he snapped, but his confidence wavered. From the largest crack in the mirror, a massive creature emerged. Its body was made of jagged glass and swirling shadows, its eyes glowing like molten gold. The students scrambled to regroup as the creature let out an ear

These eyes send a chill down my spine: violet, razor-sharp, peeling away my defenses to reveal every weakness beneath. “Glad you could join us, Aiden,” Mirasol purrs, beaming in all her allure before the members of the A.S.S. It’s a large meeting room, since the building is so large, but she commands the entire room with effortless grace. “Since you’re already up here front and center, I can tell you would like to help us with a very important demonstration.” “What kind of demonstration?” My brain is groggy and I'm struggling to catch up. My voice is rough, and my instincts are already whispering that I’m in for some kind of well-planned trouble.

" 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 "

A vow passed between us in silence: We fight together. Ryker’s roar shattered the fragile calm. “You think joining forces will save you?” His Lycan form loomed through the storm, shadows swirling like an ocean around his massive frame. His red eyes burned with mockery. “It only means you’ll die slower.” He lunged. Dominic snarled, flames erupting from his maw. I threw up a dome of light, our powers colliding into a single explosion of gold and fire. The shockwave ripped snow from the ground in spirals, forcing Ryker to reel back, hissing where the brilliance scalded him.

Mason spat, slashing across Micah’s chest. Micah stumbled back–and then they both froze. A scream tore through the spirit realm like a siren–raw, piercing, jagged. Melania. They both turned toward the sound. Across the clearing, Melania arched back from Xenia’s flickering body, violet light exploding violently from her hands like backlash from a broken spell. Xenia’s spirit pulsed erratically–glowing brighter, wild, unstable. Micah moved first–but Mason was faster. He slammed his shoulder into Micah’s ribs, driving him to the ground and pinning him there with a growl.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Tears flowed as she thought of Thor, and Jason assaulting her, he would have completed his mission if not for Drago. Drago, the devil, Jason had called him. She barely felt the knife that punctured her lung, only that Jason dragged her to Drago, throwing her at his feet as a “sacrifice”. But the vivid images in her head and the cold steel of the gun against her head, that was looming dreadfully in her mind. The rest was a blur, Jason being shot, the thumping of the helicopter blades, the chest tube. She vaguely recalled Marcu telling the whole world about her past, and the medicine they had given her before she passed out, but where was she?

she shouted at the malevolent glare. Miracle rushed over and struck the opponent before it could defend itself. She unleashed a powerful beam of fire at the malevolent entity. Green slime splattered onto her face. But no, her attack wasn't working. She kneed the wicked creature to the ground and continued blasting flames into its chest. Within seconds, its body began to burn, yet the demonic soul within remained unscathed. Before her heterochromic eyes, she watched as the evil spirit transformed into a glaucous wisp and escaped with the wind.

“A futile question, Siron. I have gathered memories from many sources. I know more about you than you remember yourself.” Siron backed up again, but his leg hit a chair. He nearly fell. “Morat, Lyra, get ready. We have to fight.” “Agreed,” they both replied in unison. Siron raised his hands and exerted his weave. Golden, blue, and pink light erupted from his palms, forming a sphere of energy that he hurled at the Mimic. But the Mimic simply raised his hand, and the energy sphere was absorbed by the shadow tentacles in front of him. “The same energy. But you are tired, Siron. The seal repairs, the battle with the Devourer... you are not in prime condition.”