Doom Stories Novels & Stories

Michael locks his jaw, his chest tightening as Jone emerges from the chamber, his silver omega eyes completely vacant, his massive frame trembling as Rebbie Hale anchors his arm to keep him from collapsing onto the flagstones. "The Elder Luna's core shattered before the dawn ritual could commence," Rebbie Hale whispers through his teeth, masculine tears rolling down his scarred cheeks. "The healers could not contain the rot." Jone pushes past his brother's grip, his steps heavy and uneven as he approaches the stone altar where the old queen's body lies cooling beneath the sacred wolf-furs. He drops heavily to his knees, his large, calloused hand reaching out to clasp her freezing fingers, hi

“Harder. Don't stop.” Hans leaned downward and helped Devon suck my other nipple. Devon pulled away from him and Hans's finger twisted the wet nipples he had abandoned. I arched into him, my fingers fisting as I offered my ass to Mitch even more, spreading my legs wider. His balls slapped against my ass, wet and obscene. The sounds echoed off the basement walls, slapping skin, wet mouths, groans, and my own broken whimpers. “Now we're gonna fuck you one after the other. We're gonna make the sweet cunt of yours drip all over our dicks and we're gonna suck you dry. Hope you're ready for that.”

During the meeting yesterday, when he spoke about their sexual life, she assumed that he was talking about her toy. But he seemed to be speaking to them both. Maybe he didn't want her to feel terrible. The students began settling in their seats, and she knew that the professor was here. Modern literature was her favorite subject, so this could be her therapy. However, it turned out to be her trauma because the professor who walked into the class was none other than Elio!

Or maybe it was because the love was still there. My silence finally made her sense that something was wrong. "Babe, what's wrong?" she asked again. "You seem unhappy." I didn't answer. I simply handed her my phone. On the screen was the pregnancy report and Leo's caption beneath it. Her eyes fell on the display, and the smile on her face froze instantly, replaced by stunned silence and unease. Then, as if she'd quickly pieced together an excuse, she spoke carefully. "Leo has always wanted a child of his own. You know that his wife never gave him any children before she passed away. He said he doesn't want to remarry in this lifetime, and randomly impregnating someone would be illegal.

he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

The man in a suit who follows behind her—Lord Damon, the king of the underworld outside, but her possessive slave in private! She had once saved the young Damon from the brink of death, and he had offered her his heart, soul, and body to the older woman in return. He had sworn to protect her, so he made sure to take over and control the dark side of the world and that is how he became the king of the underworld who terrifies the world, makes people kneel in respect and anyone who touches his person sheds blood! But the underworld king who terrifies the world could be seen kneeling in front of a soft and weak older woman with her leg on his chest as he bowed while removing her heels gently.

-I don't know, Mom, I don't know what I want. My mom comforted me and told me to go to my room to change and take a bath. That's what I was doing when I heard my dad arrive, of course my mom told him what was going on, he started to argue with my mom, but in the argument as always my mom won. Then my mom called me to eat, when I sat down my dad looked at me, but he didn't say anything and I didn't know what to do, we were at the door when there was a knock, my sister stood up and opened it, then Damian's parents came in shouting and complaining, he told them: "Calm down, mom, calm down, I'm calm, I'm not going to say anything: -Calm down mom, calm down, I want to get married please.

Marisol’s eyes go to Cleo’s round belly, a sudden thought causing her to pause in her drinking. Marisol had studied humans to an obsession and knew that a human can hemorrhage and bleed out very quickly when pregnant with a normal human fetus, and that risk was nearly ten times more when a vampire fetus is concerned. She also remembered an old vampire wives' legend that states: for vampire couples that are having trouble having a Vampire can, by using the pure, innocent blood of a Dhampir to paint certain ancient symbols over their wombs and having both male and female drink that same Dhampir blood, conception was heightened to near guaranteed.

Pain is already evident in his face as I tightened my grip to his neck by just controlling it with my mind. “Amelia please… stop this. He is your friend too. Remember, please. Come back to me baby, I love you.” Dimitri begged while still recovering from the wounds I gave him. His wound, I noticed were recovering slower than before. Not that I am worried or anything. Death is what I’m after and I will gladly give this monster a slow and painful death. I finally have my last straw. Love is a word I don’t believe in. That’s just some hypocrite’s imagination to fairytale.