Female Doomslayer Novels & Stories

“That man commands half the dark covens of the eastern front. If she’s joined forces with him…” “Then we’re not fighting a pack,” Axel finished grimly. “We’re facing a Dominion.” The courier nodded shakily. “They call themselves The Black Dominion. A legion of Hollow-born, dead wolves, and warlocks. They’re building fortresses in the Deadlands.” Raven’s chest constricted. The room spun slightly, but she steadied herself against the table. Malrik swore. “So that’s her play. She’s gathering the worst of both realms.”

Azazel yelled. Just then Daniel saw two lower level demons carrying a thin, frail woman. Her skin was translucent and gray. Her bones were clearly visible under her nightgown. They carried her over to Azazel and threw her down at Daniel's feet. Daniel knew, before she even looked up at him, that this was his Elizabeth or what she had been reduced too.

Regardless of their misfortunes, Abbadon picked up his trust and faithfulness. "Sire, they have arrived," one of the followers informed them. Abbadon smiled wickedly as she walked past them. "Let's greet our guests." A black dress covered her body as she walked towards the tunnel connecting the temple to the outside of the mountain. When she came out of the mountain, Abbadon's smile grew wider when she spotted Judah standing among the werewolves and daemons. He was wielding the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer, a weapon that she specifically created to destroy the world when it was in its completed form. But even when it was in its incompleted world, it still could cause destr

How Alpha Lawrence had managed to run his pack without any of them and still accomplish the title as the most feared pack was beyond anyone’s knowledge. Alpha Lawrence watched the older woman with careful eyes, judging her every movement, she looked harmless, weak even and as she cradled a decomposing corpse in her arms, he sneered in disgust. As she cradled her sister's head to her chest, whispering quiet incantation, she had tilted her neck a little to the side and the mark was visible. It was an infinity sign that was the trademark of the most dangerous and powerful line of black witches. The Doom Family.

I climbed onto the platform while Amber stared in complete disbelief, her mouth hanging open. "I'm here today to expose something horrific that's been happening in our shelter. Even in the apocalypse, we can't abandon our humanity. "We're not animals. We have ethics, we can think, we can choose to be better. That's why Jared and his team built this place." The moment I'd taken the stage, Amber's expression had turned to shock. Now, as my words sank in, horror replaced the shock. She started screaming and thrashing. "No! Please! Don't!"

One of the lieutenants was going to stay back at the base, while she only took four Level 1 elite members, including Gary, with her. If they added the three people from Eastsea, Kayson, and Naomi, there was a total of 11 people. They then entered the mountain. The targeted master of formation and magic circles was known as Hell Doyen and was a villain who would not bat an eye when killing people. Not only that, but he also always took advantage of the formation to capture virgins. Many young women had fallen into his hands as a result, and he was already up to his neck in crime.

Zeke set a punishing pace, balls slapping against Noni's taint with every savage thrust, rimming him open wider, prostate battered relentlessly. The dungeon erupted into a symphony of depravity: skin slapping rhythmically, wet, brutal; greedy sucking sounds from Damien's slurping mouth; desperate, guttural moans and cries bouncing off the walls. Delilah, recovering just enough, crawled over on shaking limbs, her face flushed and streaked with tears. She dove under Damien, engulfing his rigid cock in her hot mouth, tongue lashing the underside while her hands cupped and squeezed his heavy balls, rolling them roughly.

Wearing his scarlet suit, he had his hair in a braid, sitting around the table. Negotiations ended there, with Ragnar as mediator. - I want to hand them over to the demons so that they never see the light of day again, the demons took them as slaves, as their food with their source of life, they will be their slaves. - The woman said. - Well, you are already immortal, that is a good way to enter the order of Um-Mu. - A demon said. - A series of disappearances and attacks around the forest, in between attacks on churches and temples around the city of Doomed City.

The wooden gravel hit the hard surface. Doom arrived at the cage, a playful smile visible on his scarred face. “He's Alpha Ryker, the son of the community whore, Alpha Rheagor," Doom whispered, draping a thick robe over my body. I hate that just anyone can touch me but I was left with no choice. “And what do I need this information for?” I snort. “Alpha Rheagor is said to buy slaves annually. He's obsessed and doesn't mind passing the tradition to his son. He's ruthless and the son... He's said to have killed the greatest rogue alive.”

I tell him, I start feeling hot, but not like in a sick way and I watch the Gods quirk up while the Goddesses widen their eyes. "I told you!" Hera says to Poseidon, "Too many dragon drops," "And it'll make her aroused?" He asked her as I shuffle on my feet "It would enhance a feeling she doesn't feel often or ever," Aphrodite tells him and I rock from my heels to my toes "Alright, see you guys later," Death picks me up putting me back over his shoulder "Be gentle," Demeter said Death snorts and snaps and we were back in his room. A whine leaves my lips as he puts me in his bed and I roll onto my stomach putting my hands under my thighs