Isabelle X Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

“No. This is impossible. What have I done?” It was true what her father said. Isabel Campania, a merchant girl and an ordinary gardener from Trossbourgh, has now turned into a killing machine that has killed many people. The horrific memories of her time as a member of the Witches Brigade are clearly visible. One by one, she kills Hamu Kamina's life sadistically. “NO, I AM NOT A KILLING MACHINE!!” Isabel screamed as she held her face with her blood-soaked hands. Her expression was one of utter panic as she realized what she had done all this time.

“Well, unless that man underwent sex reassignment surgery overnight, I think it’s obvious now that ‘he’ is a ‘she.’” “Boom.” Isabelle snaps her fingers, pointing at me like I just proved her point in a game show. I turn to her fully, glaring her daggers. “So what do you want, Miss He-She? Why are you doing all this?” She pouts, spreading her arms wide, spinning slightly like she’s presenting a masterpiece. “Well, isn’t it obvious?” “What?” I bite out. “Revenge.” My stomach drops. "Revenge? For what?"

"How- how am I supposed to know where my husband is. I- I can't tell my daughter's about this. They are worried already-" "A Lot has happened in the Institutes lately. And your daughters think it's Krulisa's doing." "What- what do you mean?" "Recently, a girl named Isabelle was found dead in the forest. She was from Heatherhalls. And- she was- a friend of Catty." "HOLY DARK LORD! how did it happen?" "No one knows. But her body had marks left by the beasts." "Don't tell me she was killed by-" "That's right my queen, she was killed by Krulisa's beasts."

“Yes, al-“ Xavi wasn’t able to complete his sentence as he was suddenly stabbed from behind. Isabel stared wide eyed at her beta’s chest where he was stabbed. Her eyes turned red and she started quivering with anger. Isabel grabbed the unfortunate rogue by his throat, lifting him off the ground while breaking his fingers as he tried to claw at her. “No one touches my family!” She said in a deep voice, ripping his head from his body. “Get everyone to fall back!” She yelled, fighting with her beast as her anger escalated into blood lust. The sound of Isabel’s bones cracking alerted Xavi. Her beast was fighting to be in complete control.

"Everything I built. Everything I planned. Destroyed by one wolf who refused to know her place." "My place is right here" I said. "Standing between you and the throne you tried to steal." He smiled. Cold. Mad. "Then let us see if you can hold it." He charged. And behind him the throne room doors opened. Isabella stepped out. Holding a crossbow. Aimed directly at my heart. "This is for Damien" she said. And fired.

🖤♣️The Collapse🖤♣️ ‎“Isabella, put away your Barbie dolls and come to the dinner table.” ‎Her mother’s voice floated through the wide halls of the mansion—warm, steady, familiar. ‎Seven-year-old Isabella Marisol Reyes sat cross-legged on the polished marble floor, her dolls arranged in careful, deliberate rows. Not scattered. Never scattered. Even at her age, there was order in everything she did. ‎She tilted her head slightly, studying them.

“They'll have so much fun with you. And when they're done, I'm pretty sure you'll learn how to speak properly…you spoiled bitch!” “You can have this…if you can,” she continued, dropping a glass of water and two pills away from her reach. Isabelle looked down at her tied hands and back at Mabel who had left through the door. She didn't know what to say. She closed her eyes to hold back the tears threatening to fall but opened them the moment she heard the door again. Her breath hitched as soon her eyes met with Domenico’s in the room. HE. WAS. HERE?

My eyes snapped open. Abaddon. Standing by the bathroom door, arms crossed, his gaze burning through me like fire. I jolted upright, scrambling to cover myself. “Get out!” I spat, heart hammering. He chuckled, leaning lazily against the wall, eyes gleaming with something dark and knowing. “Go on. Don’t stop on my account.” Heat rushed to my face. Fury. Shame. Want. Without thinking, I stood, stepping out of the tub, naked and dripping, meeting his gaze with defiance.

Then came the horn. The ground trembled. Flames that had curled into submission now rose anew. And from the northern ridge of Ember Hollow, Isabella arrived. Her cloak was gone. Her hair unbound. Her eyes no longer mortal. The Hollowborn flanked her—not in flesh, but in presence. Spectral warriors of flame and light hovered behind her, each bearing the mark of the first rebellion. Catherine stood. Her confidence flickered. "You came to die with him?" Isabella did not answer. She raised her hand—and the sky wept silver fire. -------

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.