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.

His dark aura pulsed like a black sun, casting an eerie glow across the tomb. Around him, the spirits of the seven deadly sins—Pride, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Lust—gathered in eerie harmony. They spoke in hushed tones, plotting their next move. They were powerful beings, ancient and destructive, planning to break the barrier that kept them from entering the world of the living, from entering the Christ—the realm they could dominate. "Time is running out," Nihil's voice echoed through the tomb, chilling and commanding. "We must act swiftly. Once we break the seal, we can bring this world to its knees."

She is finally dead. “We’ve gotten rid of the bitch,” Dmitri and the others celebrated, and I just stood there. I guess we all misunderstood her. I’m happy we gave her the death she wanted. Moon Goddess, however, is the villain; she is the one ruining the wolves and causing unnecessary wars that are claiming innocents. “You don’t seem happy,” Damien said, standing beside me. I turned to him, looking at the blood on his cheeks, and I smiled. “We will talk about that later,” I said, and he nodded his head.

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.

Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain. “Give me that!” She screamed but the scary beast appeared again from above. This time he has big, black wings that are shaped like bat wings and he is holding a metal stick that is bigger than the normal human arm. “No please… no!” Begged by the naked woman who is trying to grab my blanket.

Savannah gripped the dagger hidden in her arms and drove it hard into Edmund's stomach. Blood gushed out in an instant, soaking through his clothes and dripping steadily from the hilt onto the floor. Terror twisted his face as he begged for mercy, "Sav, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me! I'll give everything back to you!" Savannah didn't waver. She yanked the blade out and plunged it in again, over and over. She kept at it until blood spilled from Edmund's mouth, leaving him unable to speak. Then, with a thud, his body hit the floor.

Inside was a girl with dirty clothes lying there. Ivan's eyes turned cold, he reached out and squeezed Jennifer's throat. Jennifer was breathing fast, why was this man so cold, his hand was like a scythe of death that was close to her neck, could squeeze her to death at any time. "Please forgive me," Jennifer whispered, feeling her strength disappear, her throat aching. Is she about to die, why is her body getting weaker and weaker? Ivan squeezed his hand tighter, making Jennifer's already white face look terrifyingly white.

Yvonne watched from the side of his eyes as he focused on the Dark Mages instead of Mira. And then they started chanting, the hollows in their eyes twinkled with spark straight from hell. "Zyrrak'thul na'khar!...(Summon the shadows!) Draek'vorn noctril!...(Darkness shall reign!) Vor'thul shadranek...(Power of the abyss.) Mal'zarnok enshar...(Blood of the fallen.) Nythorak krysth'gar!...(Unleash the torment!) "

Dominik shielded Mr with his arm as he maneuvered past the debris. He rolled down the stairs, his hands still clutching me tightly. "Target found," a deep female voice boomed. I looked up to see a tall,bulky woman. She wore heavy armour and held two long swords in her hand. She had black coloured wings sprouting out from her back, and from her head, horn grew. She was a member of the dark forces. Dominik placed me down carefully in a corner and turned to the woman. "Stay here, and don't move," Dominik commanded.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”