Doomsday Book Novel Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to say anything back. I was just answering your question and I needed you to know how I feel. I know you don’t like that shit, but whatever happens, at least I said it. Because you never know what tomorrow will bring.” Tomorrow. The day I was to leave this place. Doom’s day, if you will. That is what it felt like now. But what if I did not leave. What if I once again was selfish and decided to stay here, abandoning everything else? He would protect me. He would keep me safe. He would provide. That moment in his arms, there was no where else I’d rather be. My heart thumped again at all those revelations as I moved into his body more. “Let’s get out of here?” A sta

He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer. "What is wrong with you four?" Rasmore asked, holding his nose. For the past month, they had been stuck up in the ancient library without food, water, or baths. Only after they gave up were they willing to come out, but with piles of magic books that they had decided to re-read in case they had left some lines behind. "What happened?" Hashmuk asked, walking towards them. He grabbed Kelvin, checking to see if he was okay, but Kelvin just pushed him away.

Esma’s pov Damien… I have heard that name before. But where? As if the word made its image in my mind, I find myself remembering in an instant and my eyes widened. I read his name in the book. That old book, what was its name? how to summon gods. he was the author of that book. He is a fucking god? And thanks to him I was able to summon Moona that time. And he was a fucking god of chaos? Seriously. He sounds more of a hotshot like Hecate and Moona if not less.

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

He finally grabbed a copy of the book he wanted to enter. The book was thick and old. Its cover was yellowish-brown with a crusty texture. I couldn't see the title because the cover was worn out through the test of time. I asked Doom what the story was about, he told me that it was his favorite tale and he really wanted to meet the character. "You can't speak with the character; we can only enter the setting and watch the story progress. The character can never see us," "Whatever, just bring me here," said Doom, smiling from ear to ear.

"It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." The new year came three months after the zombie outbreak. The snow hadn't stopped over the past month, and the frostiness had slowed the rotting of the zombies' corpses. The zombies themselves had also slowed. We didn't have much food left but still decided to have a hearty meal on New Year's Eve. We made steak and fried chicken, even popping open our last bottle of wine to celebrate. "Happy New Year!" We wanted to celebrate the new year and the fact that we were still alive.

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I started, still thinking of what exactly I could tell him, “But I am going to start with one sentence, and I am going to assure you that this sentence is the whole truth, and nothing else.” Harris leaned forward, and his eyebrows were raised in confusion. “Okay,” he answered, “What is it?” “The world is going to end in six days.” He blinked, his brows furrowed, and his mouth grew wide open with shock. I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.”

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.