Isabelle X Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

Isabella says, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carries more menace than any shout, "let me demonstrate just how powerless you really are." I watch in absolute horror as she produces a blade from thin air, its edge gleaming with supernatural sharpness that promises swift, clean death. "Watch carefully, Damon," Isabella commands, her smile becoming something truly monstrous. "Watch as I slit her throat."

She picked up a dagger from the table and severed the tendons in Olivia’s right hand. "Ouch!” Olivia screamed, gasping for breath, stammering, “Why? Why... are you doing this?” “Because you’re nothing but a lowly servant, a mere tool of the Abyss Group. Dominic Ashcroft is mine! This is what you get for seducing my man!” Isabella viciously stabbed the dagger into Olivia’s thigh, twisting it. Olivia’s leg instantly became a bloody mess. “I’ll tell you, Dominic and I will be engaged soon, and your influence in the Abyss will be uprooted by me. You, a nameless orphan picked up from nowhere, will be forgotten!” Isabella spat.

But they didn’t raise their weapons either. I stepped forward, cloak flaring behind me, eyes burning with salt and war and blood. “I need your help,” I said. “Not for a rebellion. Not for a crown. For justice.” The older sentry tilted his head. “And who are you?” I let the silence linger. Then I said it, quiet and sharp: “I am Isabella of the Bloodroot line. Daughter of fire. Sister to ash. And the woman who’s going to burn Crescent Moon to the ground.”

I asked, peeking at the screen again. "The Cyber team has been on it and..." He trailed off. "And?" I urged, not familiar with the uncertain look on his face. This unsettled me even more. I had never seen Damian like this. "Oddly, there isn't much about her out there. Sure, the basics can be found. Her name's Isabelle Storme. She's twenty-four and from one of the local packs. She works for the pack's administration, and that's all. Nothing more..." He trailed off, staring at the screen grimly.

“Don't you know? Women are one of the most dangerous people on this planet. They will do anything in order to get what they want. Including bringing down other women and even destroying their dignity.” “No! That's not true! I didn't do this! I didn't do any of this! She's trying to spin it all around and blame it on me! She's the villain here! She pushed me into this room!” Isabelle screamed as she got up from the bed, stumbling slightly on the littered floor. Tears were streaming down her face. “She's been targeting me all this time because she thinks I stole Alaric away from her. She hates me! She'll do anything to destroy me! Don't believe any of her words!”

Dominic seemed to read her thoughts and thought that he had never seen her this vengeful before. The last time Katherine slapped her, Isabella found a chance to get revenge almost immediately. Isabella licked her red lips as her small hand slid across Dominic's chest. Then she gave him a gentle push. "Honey! You're mine!" Dominic, who could lift a casket with one hand, fell straight onto the bed. Even then, he still protested, "Isabella, let me get up… Ugh, this really isn't appropriate…" "Shut up!" Isabella lowered her head and silenced him completely.

My arms are dead weight, my legs don’t exist anymore, my neck locks, muscles seizing as if my body is slowly turning to stone, and my lips barely part as air struggles in and out. I can’t move, I can’t scream, and I can’t press the button. Terror consumes me. “Please,” I sob silently, tears streaming into my hair. Damian. Mama. Anyone. Isabelle straightens, smoothing down her fake scrubs. “I should go,” she says brightly. “I wouldn’t want to be here when things start shutting down completely.” She pauses at the door, glancing back over her shoulder. “By the time anyone realiss what’s wrong,” she adds sweetly, “it’ll be too late.”

“You think I haven’t drowned myself in other women, other names, other bodies, trying to erase her face? But she’s there, Jasmine. Always there.” I met his fury with mine. “Then do something about it!” I yelled. He was silent. “Help me destroy them,” I continued, voice hard. “I know how Drake operates. I know what makes Isabella break. You and I,we know how to ruin things that look perfect.” Xavier studied me again, this time with something different behind his eyes. Not lust. Not mockery. Recognition. “You came here for an alliance,” he murmured. “Not a fuck.”

This was the pure and innocent love he'd bragged about. See? Karma arrived faster than expected. But on the outside, I still looked calm and worried. After a sigh, I picked up the tablet from the bedside table and opened the news page I had already prepared. I held it in front of him. "That's not the main issue now." The headline and images on the screen were shocking enough to jolt his nerves again. The article twisted everything, portraying Wilson as a man with disturbing fetishes who used his power to force someone into gender reassignment just to satisfy himself.

"Save me… I'm sorry… Please… It hurts so much…" Her screams rang out, yet no one moved. One by one, more zombies swarmed in and tore into her body with brutal force. Madeline's final gaze was fixed on the sky. Her eyes were filled with sheer despair. When the horde finally dispersed with low, satisfied growls, all that was left on the ground was a blurry pool of flesh and blood. In the heavy silence, the old squad member who had once led the mockery dropped to his knees in front of me. His trembling hands pressed into the dirt as he slammed his forehead down hard.