Doom X Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

A storm bursts outside, wind whipping through the open hall. And Kael — Kael stands pale and stiff, his speech drowned by thunder. Somewhere in the back, wolves argue about omens. Others walk out. Mira grins. “The Goddess herself rejected them.” I slide the tablet away. “Let her handle it then. I’m not part of that story anymore.” --- Night deepens. We have another meeting scheduled — this time not with opportunists. Alpha Doom. Even saying his name feels heavy. He’s the kind of Alpha parents warn their pups about — one who built power on ruins, who never forgives betrayal. He doesn’t collaborate. He consumes.

Doom complained, coughed as if going to vomit; he was crawling on the ground, panting like running for his life. "Well, on my first time, I puked my intestines." "Was that supposed to make me feel better?" Doom said in between his coughing. "You didn't die. Stop being dramatic. Besides, no one forced you to do it. I can leave you here if you keep on complaining," I said sternly. Well, Doom's using his blessings out of nowhere too. So, this was for all the pranking he'd done to me. Doom stood straight and heaved a huge sigh. He scanned the place and realized we were in the Pixie Realm.

Chaos is adamant he wants his revenge and begins killing any Blackwood pack members he sees. The moon is fading, and the sun is rising. I shift back to my human form. There are at least a few dozen pack warriors dead. They are all scattered across the ground, lifeless with blood and open wounds. It’s a gruesome sight; if other packs see this, they will say I’m a monster. Shit! Chaos! What have you done? I growl at him. Revenge, he replies. You should not have killed them! They hurt, mate! They kill us! He growls.

Trip said. Jake took a long sip from his beer, picking at the label on the bottle. “There’s a new street gang in Hazleton, taking over whatever assets the Dogs left behind. They’re calling themselves the Sons of Doom.” “You want them taken out?” “Yeah,” Jake said and looked Trip in the eye. “If you do that for me, you can have everything west of Chambersburg. It’s Stalker territory I’m giving you there, my territory.” “Consider it done, Wrath,” Trip said, and the two men shook hands. “I’ll tell my guys we’re now friendly.” Jake gave him a look. “That friendship will end if I find out your guys are killing, dealing or selling on my territory.”

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.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

This was the pure and innocent love he'd bragged about. See? Karma arrived faster than expected. But on the outside, I still looked calm and worried. After a sigh, I picked up the tablet from the bedside table and opened the news page I had already prepared. I held it in front of him. "That's not the main issue now." The headline and images on the screen were shocking enough to jolt his nerves again. The article twisted everything, portraying Wilson as a man with disturbing fetishes who used his power to force someone into gender reassignment just to satisfy himself.

She saw the murderers of Zuri’s sisters. With a roar of righteous, protective fury, Mwajuma drove her stone fist down. The impact cracked the petrified wood of the Bastion deck. The boy’s skull was obliterated instantly, his suffering brought to a brutal, violent end. The purple magic fizzled and died, leaving only a broken, bleeding corpse at the Earth-Breaker’s feet. Silence fell over the Lower Bastion, broken only by the heavy, ragged breathing of the Vanguard warriors. The swarm was dead. The perimeter was secure.

My jaw clenched really hard at the thought of it. The front door shut behind me as I entered the mansion. I loosened my tie angrily and threw my briefcase across the living room. It landed on the couch with a dull thud. “Damn it!” I shouted. The sound bounced against the walls. I walked straight to the bar and poured myself a drink without thinking. The glass shook slightly in my hand as I swallowed the liquor in one go. It burned down my throat. Still not enough. I poured another. My mind replayed the moment again.

“It’s the least dangerous one.” His eyes never left me. “You think so? If you give me your mind, you’re giving me access to everything. Your body included.” “Then why give me the choice?” “Because I enjoy watching people build their own traps.” A sarcastic laugh escaped me. “You’re unbelievably… sadistic.” Axel finally looked away, gesturing to a waiter to bring wine. A moment later two glasses of red wine were placed before us. I took a quick sip. I had a feeling I would need it.