Isabelle X Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

I trained relentlessly with Elena, refining the combat skills I’d built under Rico’s brutal guidance. Damien watched from the sidelines, his icy control cracking more each time I took down a training dummy with lethal precision. The naive artist was long gone. In her place stood Isabella Voss-Moretti, the true heir who had claimed her throne through fire and vengeance. On the night of the summit, tension crackled through the air like electricity. I dressed in sleek black tactical gear that allowed movement and concealed weapons. Damien pulled me into his arms one last time before I left, his kiss bruising and deep.

Deep inside, there was only emptiness. Why were Mommy and Daddy sad? Wasn't this what they wanted? They didn't have to worry about me anymore. They could have another child and live a happy life without fearing a cursed soul like me would ruin everything. Out of the blue, Mommy began pounding the coffin in a frenzy. Her hands were cut open by the nails, blood oozing in shocking streaks. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't know… Oh, Adam, my boy!"

"Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood." The king stepped back with a lingering gaze on my face and I walked to the goddess' statue. "Hold your palm above the chalice and cut it with the dagger to mix your blood with the holy liquid." The priest instructed and I followed. The dagger was cold to the touch but when it pierced my skin, the blade was as warm as the summer sun.

An old woman appeared looking in between the trio. Jasmine notices Aliyah stammering as if she was caught with the guilt of something making the Goku princess wonder who the old woman was. Looking down at her fingers, she saw the woman's long sharp claws and this sent shivers down her spine. She was a werewolf. Her brain didn't exactly process what Aliyah said but the next moment she heard the woman spat disgustedly, "You are to be escorted to the heir tonight, Go have a bath! I pray there's no scratch on you, you're one of his favorite!!"

I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home. “So, Osiris.” Lucas said, pulling my attention to him. “What exactly are you? As my mate said, you don’t smell human, and you definitely don’t smell like a wolf.” “I’m a vampire-witch hybrid. Surely you’ve heard of my father, Rhazian.” “Ok, now I know he’s hit his head.” Selene snorted. “He thinks he’s something out of the human’s fantasy books.” “Have Rory check him over in the clinic. Once she’s checked him out we can start getting down to the bottom of this.”

He could feel Doflamingo’s murderous intent. “Kill her? No, no. That would be a pity. Just knock her out.” Doflamingo instructed lazily. he was planning to take Ysabelle with him. After all, having another woman to play with would be spectacular. “Just tell me, who that woman is?” Ysabelle insisted. Her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Just as she turned her head once more to look at the man would spoken, she felt a pressure on her neck. With a heavy thud, Ysabelle lost consciousness and fell to the ground motionless.

The doll was standing up covered in lighter fluid and was trying to get down off of the grill. Isabella grabbed the lighter from Ms. Upshaw’s hand and lit the grill in one quick flash. The doll screamed in agony and fell back into the flames. As the flames rose up into the air, a defined face of some kind emerged from the flames and tried to speak but it was gone. Black smoke rose up as the fire consumed all of the material including the Ouija board. Isabella looked at her. “Yes, I’m Isabella Dean, and I just saved your ass from a very powerful demon that Lucy allowed to take over her room. You don’t have to thank me, but you do have to pay me.” She held out her hand.