Dr Doom Kills Galactus Novels & Stories

Three months after my Alpha mate disappeared, I searched the entire world desperately for him. I found him in a bar, his childhood friend in his arms, feeding him wine mouth to mouth. "The Alpha is confirmed dead. We will now begin preparations for the Alpha Election." "Luna, are we truly giving up?" asked the elder on the other end of the line, his tone laced with disbelief. I looked into the private room through the door crack, where my Alpha was caressing Desiree's cheek indulgently.

She tried to make as much sense as she could about the situation. And finally, she nodded. She turned to Grey. "Run along, find my friends and tell them to forget about it." She ordered. Grey quickly nodded and took off. Noelle mind-linked Ezekiel again. "You can catch a break. Doom is dead." She told him. "You killed Doom?" Noelle felt the surprise in his voice, and the relief that washed over him through the mind link. "No. The rogue king killed Doom." "Who?" Noelle rolled her eyes. Did he have wolf-hearing problem or attention deficiency or whatever it was that caused wolves to not hear mind-links?

“What can you do alpha, are you going to hit me” Elena challenged him and Zane went closer to her. “ I can do more than hit you but first I need to get rid of this dress,” Zane said with a sinister smirk and within seconds he riped Elena's dress in two halves Elena was taken by this move that for a second she didn’t know how to behave or want to do. Reality sank into her when she realized that she was naked only in her bra and panty

Appalled that I had killed so many. "Aria my girl, what have you done child? These where not the results I was expecting, how disappointing. You kill my eldest and favorite son, you hurt your brethren. What are we going to do with you girl?" I looked over my shoulder to find Drakos staring at the massacre of men. He was tall with broad shoulders and thick arms. He was a little on the chunky side, all dolled up in furs. A black beard grew down his chest, and his hair came over his shoulders. His dark gray eyes glared down at me, anger settling over his features as he took in the scene. I was frozen in fear, I couldn't move or speak. It was like he had a grip over my mind and was slowly squash

I wiped the splattered blood from my face and turned back to Killian. A couple more rogues laid dead on the ground around him, and he was busy fighting three other. I aimed the gun at one of the rogues and stilled my frantic nerves. I couldn't shoot the one closest to Killian, risking hitting him wasn't an option. I pulled the trigger once, and then twice. I could see the change in the rogue as the two bullets made impact. It fell lifelessly to the ground. Killian tore the throat out of the second rogue, and used his claws to rip the throat from the third.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

*** Alpha Drake emerged from the building and approached Lance and Ethan, who were forced to kneel. The aftermath of the fight was ghastly. There were a total of seven warriors who were lying dead on the ground now. “I told you to return to the pack house,” Drake said darkly. He didn’t even spare Ethan a glance, since a warrior like him was not worth his attention. “What are you doing here, Gamma Lance?” “Why don’t you tell me what kind of ritual you did to Keagan inside that building?!” Lance snarled at Drake. “I have told you not to raise your voice against me.”

"Dead?" The word hangs in the cold air of the cabin, fragile as glass. Drakon nods. He’s staring at the rough-hewn ceiling, his face gray with pain and exhaustion. "I saw him fall," he whispers. "I put two rounds in his chest. Center mass. He went down hard, Thalia. He didn't get up." My hands shake as I pull the blanket up to his chin. "You're sure?" "I saw the blood," he says, his voice devoid of triumph. "I killed him. It's over."

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Selena said, folding her arms against their chest. Sathanas formed back into his host's self and laughed. "Fools!" He spat. "You're nothing without the Galaxus which I, Sathanas, will find and make sure you both are destroyed." Alex stepped two feet forward. "The Galaxus can mold and destroy. I hope as you read how we can be destroyed, you read to the end and see that your fate has been written." "How do you know that?" Drake asked and he stepped forward so that there was little space between them.