Isabelle X Doom Slayer Novels & Stories

"If your father finds out his 'porcelain doll' is plotting a coup with a fed, he won’t just erase my existence. He’ll make sure yours is a slow, agonizing descent." Isabella didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned against the stone railing, the moonlight catching the crimson of her dress, making her look like a fresh wound against the night. "My life has been a slow descent since the day he put that rose in your father’s mouth, Dante. I’ve been dead for years. I’m just looking for a way to take the devil down with me."

She said once more while pushing her baby to me. It seems that I don’t have a choice since I can’t just leave the baby knowing that another pack will definitely kill her. So I did what I assume was the right thing to do and took the baby to my arms. I was about to leave when the woman grabs hold my hand in a force I didn’t know she still have. She looked into my eyes and that’s when she told me everything. Her name was Josephine. The Luna of the Blood Moon pack. She was the last living flood blooded witch in the whole world.

"She took the bullet for you yet again!" I placed my hands on his and looked into his piercing hazel eyes that were starting to change into the ocean blue. "She is the one for me. It was why she was reborn again! No matter how you try to harm me, Marcellus, she will always come to my rescue because she is my fated mate! " "And you don't deserve any!" Marcel shouted and tried to punch me in the face but I avoided it and it landed beside me on the wall. "You should die for everything you are doing!"

The silence that fell was heavy with promises of violence, but beneath his touch, I finally felt the exhaustion set in. I am a killer now. My hands are stained with blood, but my heart is bound by love. I am no longer Isabella Romano, the neglected daughter. I am Isabella Volkov, the Don's wife, the mother of his heir. He claimed me, and I embraced his dark world. The war starts tomorrow, but tonight, I rest in the arms of the monster I love.

She yelled and i slammed my fist unto the table "I've had about enough of your nonsense and I promise you i will not tolerate it, do you seriously think I don't know what you did or are you really that dumb? You dare to push Aubrey downstairs and you have the effrontery to stand in front of me and spew garbage ISABELLE! You are no wife of mine, not in this life and certainly not ever, You are Isabelle Romelia Palmer, The Romelia palmer that has been in mexico for the past four years, Now that your dad is in a lot of debts you think you would just walk back into my life after four years and play the dutiful wife? Haha! You are such a joke Isabelle, You made the mistake of your life by pushing

I just couldn't wrap my mind around what it is but please can someone tell me why I'm so demn scared. His eyes locked on mine, burning like fire under ice. “Doom has begun.” And instead of disappearing like some mystery ghost-man, he stepped closer. One step. Two. The air thickened with him, pressing against me. My body screamed run, but my legs betrayed me. I stood there like an idiot, frozen in place. Typical. Up close, he was worse. Too perfect. Too intense. His face looked carved, sharp angles and tired eyes that didn’t belong to anyone ordinary. He smelled faintly like rain and something sharper, something that made my stomach twist.

He raised the hammer. Isabella forced herself to her feet. There was nowhere left to run. She stood at the end of the server aisle, her shredded white wedding dress soaked in blood and hydraulic fluid, her dark eyes hardening into absolute, unyielding obsidian. She was a Sterling. She would not die cowering in the dark. Subject Zero charged, closing the distance in three massive, terrifying strides. Isabella dove to the right just as the breaching hammer obliterated the servers where she had stood a microsecond before. She rolled across the jagged debris, her hands desperately searching the wreckage for anything sharp. Her fingers closed around a heavy, jagged shard of shattered server casin

Isabella asked playing with the word doom, she likes the way the word sounds on her tongue and couldn't stop herself from repeating it . Thinking about Isabella's last words, Avery couldn't help but to admit to the fact that her Doom was near her and it was nobody else than the person in front of her. The wicked soul who had haunted her down in her previous life yet again starting with her again in her current life even though Avery was already having another identity.

Embarassed by Doom's revelation, she pulled her card over me. "Well, what can I do. You are nothing, but a heartless monster who drove my mom crazy and now you are playing victim while my poor mom was killed because of you." This sick bitc*. She is indeed a carbon copy of her mother. I could still remember fresh like yesterday that bloody hell memories with that murderer. I was about to crumple my fist when Doom suddenly held my hand to ease my anger. I masked my uneasiness with a stoic face. "Don't tell me you also came here to kill me," I responded and laughed without humor, "You know like mother, like daughter."

She is vicious and sometimes hideous because she wanted her husband to be the most favored among the Klatts. Celeste did not dare to argue with her anymore. She walked up to her room and locked the door. She sat on the side of the bed and stared blankly to the wall. 'Mom is so hideous! I don't get it why I cannot be friends with everyone! I don't want to be controlled anymore!' After a few minutes she went to the bathroom and took a shower to release her anger. She heard some rustles in her bedroom but she did not go to check it out. She was confident that she locked her door. After she's done, she blew her hair dry and went out.