Doomsday Mga Nobela at Kwento

Deadmoo. A terrifying place, the most dangerous prison earth has ever seen. It wasn't a pre-sketched or planned architectural design. It was a solitary confinement made of jagged rocky walls, a permanent abode for beasts among humans: Heartless criminals, Gangsters, Drug lords, Corrupt politicians, sleazy politicians, dangerous assassins and people that committed crimes too bloody for headlines. They're not the regular prisoners— They're called THE DOOMERS. Frankly— they are doomed.

I asked them, glaring at each and everyone of them. "About Hailey's case! And about your birthday which also serves as a… serve as a… we just need to get Amelia and your child before the dooms… I mean your birthday, my Lord!" He said nervously. I stood up slowly while laughing heartily. "You guys never cease to amaze me! Never!" I said while still laughing. "Doomsday, doom day is near!" I sang as I twirled around. "My Lord, it is not what you think!" Elder Alan said with pleading hands.

"You just stopped the sacrifices that we needed!" "And the sacrifices will become our doom!" Amara yelled back. "I warned you a week ago Satish about the future and what would happened if we kill that Lycan tonight but you refused to listened to me! " Satish scoffed and moved closer to Amara. She gripped her shoulder and squeezed it gently. "You think I am going to believe the word of a crazy little girl?"

They are all in limbo while seeming to be waiting for doomsday. ****🙄****

About doom and consequences and the world burning. Let it burn.

Chapter 6: The Luna and the Wolf of Doom “You kept me waiting, Luna Elara.” His voice rolls through the room like thunder beneath glass. I stop at the door. He sits there — relaxed, as if the world itself had paused to listen. Alpha Doom. I’ve seen his name on lists, heard it whispered in war meetings years ago — the Alpha whose wolves never retreat, whose pack buries their dead standing. They say he doesn’t need allies. That he devours them.

Silence filled the mansion. I leaned back slowly. A strange laugh escaped my lips. Not loud, Just satisfied. Trevor looked at me carefully. “You enjoyed that,” he stated. I turned to him. “Yes.” He nodded slowly. “Good.” I stood up and walked toward the large window, looking outside at the gates where Raymond’s car was disappearing. One month. Just one month. And I already felt something dangerous growing inside me. Control. Confidence. Dominance. I turned back toward Trevor.

An inch closer would drive me to my death. Again. “Watch your words.” He warned. I swallowed, fluttering my lashes in hidden fear. “What… do.. you..want?” I stammered with a trembling voice. “The world is greatly drowning in the malevolency of the evil ones.” He began. “Due to this, a special group of people have been appointed to send souls beyond redemption to hell.” That was the longest he had spoken. “So, I've been appointed to send souls to their doom?” He ignored my question, but I asked again regardless. “How do I even do that?”

I opened my news app without thinking about it, just habit, just something to do with my hands while my mind worked. The first headline stopped me cold. DONOVAN ENTERPRISES IN CRISIS: INVESTORS PULL OUT AS HOSTILE TAKEOVER LOOMS. I sat up straight. I knew that name. I knew that crisis. I knew exactly how it started, how it escalated, and the exact moment when everything would become irreversible if no one stepped in. I also knew that almost no one stepped in. In my previous life, I had read about it weeks after it happened, a collapsed empire, a CEO who had fought alone and lost, a company destroyed and absorbed by people who had been circling it for years.