Doomsday Jlu Novels & Stories

“It's quite funny how Michael asked idiots to take care of his business. You don't have to send me an invitation because you aren't good enough. Had you sent one to me, then I would have torn it away. Doom's look changed as he drew closer to Lucian, he looked at him fiercely and turned towards Novela who stood quietly watching them. Doom questioned why she was standing beside Lucian and if she had sent the invitation to him. Lucian turned to Novela, who responded that she did and asked Doom to stay within his limits. Novella's words were sharp and quiet as she became more and more interesting to Lucian. He stared at her, nodding his head, wondering, This time he was certain that she's finall

Donovan Enterprises occupied the top fourteen floors of a glass tower in the financial district that caught the morning light and threw it back at you like a warning. I stood on the pavement outside for a moment, looking up at it. In my previous life I had never had a reason to come here. I had read about it afterward, in the examination articles, described as a memorial to one man's refusal to accept limitations, the journalist had meant it admiringly, reading it after the collapse, it had just sounded like a tribute, not this time. I pushed through the revolving door. The lobby was everything the building promised from the outside.

“It connects directly to the lower levels.” Damien scanned the shadows. “Stay alert. I smell fresh death.” They slipped through a broken side entrance into the locker room area. The stench hit them immediately — blood, sweat, and the sickly sweet rot of the Lunar Rage. The Locker Room Low growls echoed from the showers. Kael froze. He knew those voices. Three werewolves stepped out — the last surviving members of Delta Howl who hadn’t turned during the dormitory massacre. Jax, Riley, and Cole. His brothers. They looked exhausted, clothes torn, eyes wild with fear and the early signs of infection.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Their present hiding place belongs to the beast and is only known by a few, top exclusive members of the brotherhood. The dimly lit room offered little comfort to Claus as he stared intently at the mysterious contents sprawled across the table. His fingers traced the edges of a crumpled envelope, its corners stained by countless hands before his own. The scent of tobacco and old paper filled the air, creating an atmosphere heavy with intrigue.

“It feels so surreal. I was so apprehensive this whole afternoon at your office lobby before I dared to do this… I didn’t expect you to just agree like this…” Nicole blinked. She had clearly hinted before that she would marry him, but he was the one who politely refused because of his nationality issue. Did he have some sort of comprehension problem? She pushed him away and was obviously more interested in what was out there. “What are those? Meteor shower? Drones? Or is it something else? Is it a 3D projection?” Clayton rubbed his temples helplessly and looked at the scene outside. He laughed and said, “These aren’t drones. It’s a new development in J&L Corporation’s R&D department. It can

DAY ZERO Then another. 06:00 A.M. Sharon looked at the clock. It was still the middle of the night. "What does that mean?" Daniel slowly raised his weapon. "It means the apocalypse has officially started." The facility shook violently. A massive roar came from beneath them and the emergency system announced. "GLOBAL BIOLOGICAL EVENT DETECTED." Every screen changed. Cities appeared. New York. London. Johannesburg. Tokyo. Cape Town. Beijing. Everywhere. People were collapsing.

The screams lasted for a full ten minutes. They were all the howls of someone being driven straight to desperation. Meanwhile, Papa and I both sat behind the bulletproof glass above the fighting arena, each with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in our hands. Below, Valerio waved a broken mop handle at the two chained-up zombies before him, trying to ward them off. Although their movements were restricted, their fangs dripping with pus still grazed his neck several times. "Stay away! Don't come any closer!" Valerio screeched, waving the handle in the air like a madman.

He looks at me intensely, as if analyzing me. I click my tongue. "Why would it bother me? We don't even know each other, I'm just saying what I think, exactly the way you said things should be." I stare at him defiantly. He smiles. "I like you. By the way, my name is Justin Coleman." He extends his hand toward me in greeting. "Ella Murray." I return the gesture. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ella." "I say the same to you, Mr. Coleman." "Just Justin, I just cooked for you, we are friends now."

Questioning him with intriguing feeling, curious about what has happened to him and am I just worrying over nothing? “I’m sorry, Lily. I just do have a lot of works and stuffs to do,” Doom apologized. I crossed my arms. “You won’t explain what happened to you? I was worried! Or I was just worried for nothing?” “You've already know that I am no human and I do a lot of inhumane work.” He looked away. I tried to compose myself. Why am I losing my cool over such a thing? Come on, Lily! Keep it up!