Isabelle X Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

She answered bluntly, making Jace tense from where he was sitting. "Alone? Against a whole mafia?" Jace asked with a tone of disbelief as Bella nodded back in response. Jace's concern was acceptable. A single assassin against thousands of mafia members? While that seemed impossible, Isabella knew of her capability. Though she might not be able to take on against thousands, she might just be able to stand a chance against the leader. Why catch the small fishes when you can catch the big one instead? "Not necessarily the whole mafia. I'll go after the Don, that way they will lose before they would even find out about it."

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

"Well, now that the Abomination has been found, it's about time I get started with my plans. The coming days are going to be very interesting." "But my Lord, aren't you going to bring the Abomination here? You have to destroy her before she gets even more powerful." The supreme lord looked at her, Curiosity etched on his face. "She? The Abomination is a she?" "Yes my Lord, and she has powers that supersede most of the masters of this realm. When I fought her, her blows were deliberate, precise, and fatal. I couldn't even manage to attack or defend myself. Her presence was heavy, and all I could think of was ways to survive."

“But now, it’s not about love anymore. It’s about showing who’s in control. It’s about revenge on Emily and you—both of you hurt me. And, honestly, it’s just entertaining. Watching you squirm, watching your life unravel, it’s been quite the show.” I stared at her, the shock of her revelation hitting me hard. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the woman I had once loved with this cruel, vindictive version of her. “You’re sick,” I said, my voice low and strained. “You think this is all just a game to you? You’ve killed Emily’s parents, Isabelle! And you almost killed her and her baby too! What the hell’s wrong with you?” Isabelle’s smile was both mocking and triumphant. “Oh, Antoine, don’t be

ISABELLE'S POV I raised the bow, my aim wavering slightly. The people tied to the posts whimpered as I pointed my arrow dangerously close to them. “I don’t think they’re enjoying your game, Princess,” Kael remarked, his lips brushing against Isabelle’s ear. “Perhaps they should’ve thought of that before insulting me,” I replied sharply. Kael hesitated behind me, his fingers tightening around the bowstring. He released my hands and with a deep breath, I instantly released the arrow without thinking. It whizzed through the air, striking my target with insane precision. A guttural scream erupted from the woman as she crumpled, clutching her crotch in agony.

Now he thinks that he is Superman or something and is stepping over his boundaries. I am going to crush him to pieces until his bones are in it’s shabbiest form. He and his family will regret stepping over their boundaries, I will not stop until I find Isabel and bring her back. I will kill every soul that comes in my way, even if it means to end my life. Isabel is mine - why is it so hard for some people to understand this? She is my mate, she belongs to me, we are one. Nothing that happens can separate us from each other, we’ll always come back together.

"Zyrrak'thul na'khar!...(Summon the shadows!) Draek'vorn noctril!...(Darkness shall reign!) Vor'thul shadranek...(Power of the abyss.) Mal'zarnok enshar...(Blood of the fallen.) Nythorak krysth'gar!...(Unleash the torment!) " Yvonne froze as he heart them chant. He looked at Mira and was about to ask her not to use her powers when suddenly two gliders interceded. " Look, what we have here. An entire band of Chemorian goons. " It was George and Rozelle. " Mira, are you alright? " George ran towards Mira. Her flames instantly vanished and she looked at him, flabbergasted. " Oh, I am so sorry. Please do not be scared. We are the good guys. I will explain everything later. "

Maybe for the moment Isabelle could only depend on Daniel's plan before executing her final plan. “Hold on to him as much as you want, bitch! I'll get you!” Isabelle cursed between gritted teeth clenching her fists so that her nails dug mercilessly into her skin. She had never known defeat and she wouldn't start with Kyla. She vowed to destroy her and enjoy doing it.