Doom Stories Novels & Stories

Serena cried out, “They’re breaking through!” The Sorority Wing – Connected Building They had no choice but to push forward. The dorms were connected by a skybridge. As they crossed, Damien froze. A group of infected sorority girls — including one he had fed from consensually just two nights ago — charged them. Their once-beautiful faces were twisted, designer clothes ripped and bloody. Damien moved like a ghost. He snapped necks with cold efficiency, but each kill carved another piece out of him. “They were innocent,” he whispered after the last one fell. “This virus doesn’t care about bloodlines or covens or packs. It takes everything.”

Sophia's POV Donald’s hand was buried in the guy’s hair, not gentle, not cruel either—just controlled, possessive, like he was holding onto something he refused to let go of. His breathing had gone uneven, his head tilted slightly back as he fought to maintain composure, but the strain in his posture betrayed him. Then low strained groans began escaping his mouth as his grip tightened around the guy's hair and within that same minute, Donald suddenly released all over the guy's face, his cum spilling out without control.