Female Doomslayer Novels & Stories

Doom always initiates, and I am a willing victim. We've done it on every realm except the Fiery Realm. If you don't want to get caught, don't do it in that realm. Its labyrinth-like passages had many eyes that looked at your intentions. I was glad I had never met Lilith again. She can sense your inner desires. I don't want her to see through me. What Doom and I had was everything all I had. If one entity knew about what we had, I am more than willing to sacrifice to protect it.

So let me, let me lay you down Lift me up, have it all tonight So let me, let me lay you down Light me up, have it all tonight Sacrifice - Black Atlass (...) Ella After the words of my hot neighbor left me tempted - just as I was doing with him, when I provoked him by dancing with Oliver - I continued drinking for what seemed like hours, I was already quite altered, not having much notion of what was happening around me. And all this out of sheer anger at myself, for wanting to be looser when it comes to men, not caring if the next day the guy forgets my name. While I miss the opportunity to enjoy life, my ex is still out there with the slut he cuckolded me with, or who might be fucking seve

His eyes directed to his clients and to his horror, he saw them piled up creating a big mountain, blood poured over their dead bodies. Samael’s menacing laugh echoed in the room, his figure looming on the walls as he went out from the side, dragging his long dark cloak. He faced Lucas to meet his eyes and slowly lifted his hand, marbles of flames flow through it dropping to the pile of corpse, creating an enormous fire towering over Lucas as he watched from where he stood screaming but making no sound.

"You really think that will stop me? Besides, I'm not here to suck you dry. I'm here to help. You see, Cleo has become troublesome for business. I ignored her during her vendetta against some trivial little wolf, but now the woman is set on overthrowing me. But she seems to have a torn in her side-you. I heard your plea, and I am willing to help. I can get you out of purgatory and back on Earth-but it will come at a great cost. I can transform you into a Fomoire." Grace's eyes widen. The Fomoire was a race of demons that brought destruction and bad omens to the people of Danyrus. It is said that it is in their nature to do so. Would she be willing to sell her soul to warn her loved ones? Gra

The flames spread very quickly in the place, devouring everything that met it, whether it was a thing or a person! By doing so, Damontry succeeded in chaining all within her flaming arena of doom to burn their souls in a piece similar to the Lord's hell in his own land. She will not allow a soul to escape from her own spot of Hell, she will annihilate them, snatch their souls without the permission of her Creator and will extinguish the fires that are deep within her.

She took out the knife and held it on both palms before walking over to the table where, she dropped it. "I made this for myself, if I ever leash out, I want you guys to take my life, for your safety!" She begged in tears "I don't think it is needed!" "You are not the impending doom." John said, glancing at the faces of Khloe, Maria and Butt. "I met Gefion in Abaddon, again.." She hinted to me..."in instantem damnationem mortis est et tenebrae." "In instantem damnationem mortis est et tenebrae!" Butt repeated. The impending doom is death and darkness.. He had a frown on his face after he translated what Gefion told him.

His roars of malevolence shook every nook and cranny of the Malevolent World. The murky crimson ink that painted the walls and floors of the arena dried as Damon the Prideful continued to dance with his ruby flames. A mindless weeps of sorrow shook the foundation of sanity within the Halfling prince. Drowning from his grievances, the immobile body of Maleficent the Glutton was safely tucked in his right wing.

In remembrance of their fallen comrade's the weapons, they left behind would act as a temporary tombstone until the Crusaegrum comes to claim the fallen and enact the prayer of the fallen so Faith and her angels will guide the dead to their final resting place called the Realm of Solace. Days passed since the battle for New Hope with the New Kingdom was pushed back to the last remaining cities they controlled were taken forcefully by the High Glaive's venerable elites called the Blade Masters. While Banshee, Astaroth's firstborn daughter and the leader of the Grey Blades rebuilt the city's defenses while her Father focused on the offensive.

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

The draft from the open vault door reaches the flame, and the flame bends once, twice, and then it is gone, and the chapel is dark, and the ledger sits in its hidden cavity beneath the granite altar stone, and the pages are still open to the authorization code that will burn the Armenise syndicate to the ground. Domenico sets the notebook on the writing desk by the window. He does not let go of my jaw. His other hand finds my hip, and the touch is deliberate and slow, the same deliberate slowness he brought to our second night, the slowness of a man who has decided that urgency is for people who do not know what they want. He knows what he wants. I know what I want. The knowing is terrifying