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.”

“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.

As Zakh and I secured the crooked cop who thrashed and fought to get free, we were joined by Dom and Isabella. "You motherfucker!" Dom pushed Isabella further into the room. His gun was aimed at her head, but when he spotted Vasiliev, he switched to aiming at him. I grabbed Zakh to pull him back, and Vasiliev lifted his gun to point at Dom. Isabella stared at me, hands up and eyes wide as she started to angle away from Dom. He noticed, not taking his eyes off Vasiliev. "Stop. Stop right where you are," he ordered her.

My heart ached with a mix of love and uncertainty. “I’ll figure it out, baby,” I whispered. “I promise.” ***************************** Damon entered the room without knocking, his presence filling the space like a storm. Right now, even his presence inside the room was not one that I wanted. The idea that he could be a threat to her to me was one that I couldn't just ignore. I tensed, my arms instinctively tightening around Isla. “How is she?” he asked, his tone clipped. “She’s fine,” I said, meeting his gaze. “Is there anything that you need, Damon?”

"I told you to shut up! You'd better listen up, Isabelle—Elena is my mate and my one and only Luna! Who the hell do you think you are to talk about her in such a manner?" "D-Damon…" Isabelle's voice was filled with disbelief. "It's over between us starting today, Isabelle," he stated coldly. She shrieked, "You can't do this to me! I'm carrying your pup, Damon!" He looked at me, then declared firmly, "That pup… will be terminated." "W-What?" Isabelle was stunned. Damon stated flatly, "I'll send a healer right away to perform the abortion today. It's a non-negotiable order, Isabelle."

“You're dressed so simply.” I didn't answer. Grabbing the box on the table, I got to my feet. “I'm Isabella by the way. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” She extended her hand toward me with a smile. “Isabella Bruno. I'm a model and an actress. You've probably seen me on your screen before. It's nice to meet you, Skylar.” I ignored her outstretched hand and headed toward the door. The door burst open, and Damien walked in, with one of his guards behind him. He didn’t spare a glance at me or the small crowd gathered in the living room. He headed straight upstairs and disappeared into Xavier’s room.

“I’m. Going. To. Rip. It. Out. Of. You.” The words. Hanging. In. Air. In. Darkness. In. Madness. Complete. Not. Metaphor. Not. Threat. Promise. Real. Deadly. True. She meant. It. Every. Word. Every. Syllable. Every. Intention. Isabella Hart. Once. Broken. Girl. Now. Monster. Fully. Formed. Standing. In. Darkness. Planning. Murder. Planning. Destruction. Planning. End. Of. Everything. And somewhere. Across. City. Sienna. Slept. Peaceful. Hand. On. Stomach. Protecting. Baby. She. Didn’t. Know. Was. Targeted.