Isabelle X Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Jason exclaimed sounding like my mom. "Guys, Skylar is unconscious you idiots." I heard the doctor, Sean say. -Unknown- I punched my fists onto my desk in frustration, I was so close but it just slipped out of my grasp. A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts, I yelled come in as the door opened to revel my best assassin. "Isabelle, you're back already, I just set this mission yesterday." "Yes sir, and I have your money right here," she said placing a bag on my desk. Isabelle has been working for me ever since her parents died at the age of 10 and has trained with me.

"Why won't you? I just told you. They killed your mother. They took her away from us and ruined your chance to have a normal, happy family and you still don't care? What exactly has this bastard here done to you?" "Nothing. No one did anything to me." replied Isabella. "I honestly don't remember my mother at all, and nothing was done to me. You left so I found a way to cope without having a family. I made another with people I met after you left. They became my family. And I understand your need to do this, but you also have to understand that not every vampire is evil the way you see it. Just one person commited that crime, not all of them. And I can genuinely say that I know a few who are

Xavier yelled back. “You can’t touch him!” Isabelle insisted. “Why?! Tell me one good reason why I can't kill him here right now?!” Xavier demanded. “Because he is mine to kill. I am the one who got caught, sold, tortured, starved and beaten for days by his father. I decide what to do with him!” Isabelle growled. “Then kill him now, or I will,” Xavier snarled. “I will not! I am keeping him exactly the way his father kept me – as his slave!”

My nails dug into my palm as fury trembled inside me. How dare she still command him, even without speaking a word? How dare she breathe and steal what belonged to me? No, Isabella wasn’t just a rival. She was a disease, a sickness that had infected Damon’s heart. And I was the cure. I would save him from her. Even if I had to destroy her to do it. The room grew still around me. Only the faint hum of the city beyond my window reminded me that the world continued to move, uncaring of my war.

This sort of series always seemed to provide her with peace, most times. However, her tranquil moment was wrecked when she witnessed an unexpected kiss between the drama's main characters. Frustration suddenly welled up inside her, and with a huff, she shut off the TV. Determined to channel her anger into something productive, Isabelle decided to indulge in her favourite video game, Death's Arena. She couldn't help marvelling at the game's banner as the game loaded. She could see a dark-skinned man holding two giant swords suffused with lightning, his eyes were fully white.

We knew Dante and the Godfather would pay it, but we couldn't later escape and tell them where we were. "You can try to lie to me, Tommy, but I know you. You were going to hurt me, you and your friends. You wanted me dead because you wanted to get back at my father and my husband. I'm just here to tell you that I will be there when I start torturing you. And I will take part because you almost killed my baby and me. I am not the weak little girl I was before. I am no longer an orphan longing for love and someone to take care of me. I am Donna Agelo. I am the Mafia princess, and I am your worst nightmare. You should be more afraid of me than of my father and Dante. I want you dead," Isabella

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

Her voice broke as she shouted, "Randall Cahill, you bastard! You're divorcing me over something this small? What did I even do wrong? Did I cheat on you or betray you? Wasn't I just repaying a debt of gratitude?" For years, I'd grown used to her emotional outbursts and her accusations. But this time, I didn't want to endure them anymore. "Celina Buckley! Are you sure you're just repaying a debt of gratitude? The eyes don't lie. I always knew there was someone in your heart. I just never expected it to be Leo. "Now that you're carrying his child, are you finally satisfied? After years of longing, your wish has finally come true. What more could you possibly be unhappy about? You got exactly

She smiled back mockingly. “Huh!” Cole began to check his clothes for the tracker, Don too was distracted and began to run his eyes through Cole’s body” Instantly, Isabella tore her gown from her chest with the dagger she had earlier taken out. She removed it from her body and threw it at them covering their faces, she immediately sprayed the duo with bullets from the gun she took from the guard. Cole dropped dead immediately while Don still struggled to stand as the bullets pierced his hands and legs, he was about to take the cloth off and shoot Isabella when Isabella felt him a slash from her claws ripping his head apart from his body.