Isabelle X Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

“Kill me and I will be back…” David cocked the trigger. “Do you think that I would have come here without getting these bullets blessed first? You’re right. Isabelle is going to die. But these bullets are as lethal to you as they are to her. You could be a minion or the head of the Brethren or Satan himself. If these kill you then you’re going back to hell and you’re not coming back!” Isabelle had no answer and continued her attempts to look unfazed. She could sense that David’s finger was tightening on the trigger.

Xander utter,Isabelle scrutinize him with a fake distress,she wonder what made him so stupid,this is beyond serious but the man in front of her is taking the situation like an everyday working class job,she click her tongue. "A CD from dagmara"Xander flinch "She's alive and I need her,I need her to tell me where the CD is"Isabelle simper sensing that Xander knows something she doesn't know,something that could help her,something that could free her. "And after that?"Xander queried determined to help and end the war between the serial killer and role model asap. "I'll give it to him,the killings are over"Isabelle stare into space "And my chapter in your story ends,but you know I'm not a saint

I climbed onto the platform while Amber stared in complete disbelief, her mouth hanging open. "I'm here today to expose something horrific that's been happening in our shelter. Even in the apocalypse, we can't abandon our humanity. "We're not animals. We have ethics, we can think, we can choose to be better. That's why Jared and his team built this place." The moment I'd taken the stage, Amber's expression had turned to shock. Now, as my words sank in, horror replaced the shock. She started screaming and thrashing. "No! Please! Don't!"

she mumbled under her breath. "Wow!" Claus exclaimed. "El Patrio deserves to die" Carol concluded. "But here is it. No one will pull the trigger on your behalf. I will get him for you and I promise you, just like you pulled the trigger on your sister, you will pull the trigger on him, and no one, not even the Beast will come after you. You have my word."

Samuel—the Iron King, Sun-Omega, Alpha of the Stain bloodline—faced threats every day, but Isabelle’s words made the danger intimate, terrifying. “She’s not just after Samuel,” Isabelle continued. “She wants him broken. She wants him destroyed… and if she can, she’ll annihilate everything connected to him, including the twins, Adrian, the pack… everyone. And she has a plan to do it systematically.” The rogue mage, Selene, stepped forward. “How do you know she’s human? If she’s that powerful, maybe she’s a shifter too?” Isabelle shook her head. “No. She’s Pure-Human. She was captured by Richard Stain decades ago. He experimented on her mind, altered her life… and she survived. Now she’s a wea

He fell like a tree, out cold. I turned back to Isabella. She was holding her own, but Dominik was stronger, his rage giving him an animalistic edge. She got her dagger and embedded it deep in his shoulder. He screamed in pain and fury, grabbing her with his free hand. But Isabella was two steps ahead. She drove her knee into his gut, ripping the dagger free with a and slashing his face.

She dragged my body through the floor, pulled me back into the nightmare and shut the door behind me. “Who are you?” I gagged while stuttering. She crouched down and pinned her hand on my forehead. “Your doom.” Her sweet yet mocking voice rang in my ears, as life slipped from me and the world burned into darkness.

After tonight, I would belong to a single monster who would introduce me to new ways of torture. One humiliation would be over tonight to begin endless. "Isabel!" The culprit of my misery called me out. I uncurled my fingers around the hairbrush, putting it back in the rusty drawer. The layers of sweat were imprinted on it. I didn't care. I only cared about walking downstairs without wasting a second, or else, a swollen cheek would be the cause of rejection later. I strode down. There was Cora strolling, her nostrils fuming as if she would slit my throat. But we both knew she couldn't. I was her precious bounty as promised to Mr. Goldberg.

ACE Pulling up in my garage with an indifferent feeling,I opened the car door , walking halfway to the house door I heard a gentle giggle , who brought a child into the house? Curious I opened the door . I saw Isabella sitting in front of the game stand with the control pad ,she didn't strike me as one who is into games , but then why would she be laughing playing a duo game alone.

As if on cue, Isabella shot up, a wicked-looking dagger glinting with black light in her hand. "Fine! I'm done pretending!" her voice twisted into a horrifying rasp. "I don't just want a relic, you fool! I want your lineage! Your Alpha bloodline!" "Isabella, you're unhinged!" Damon stepped in front of me protectively. "Maybe," she hissed, and lunged, the dagger aimed straight for his heart.