Mha X Doom Novels & Stories

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

Sadness washing over my features once again. Grabbing a pack of Doritos and a glass of cranberry juice, I strided back to my room. I sat down on the overused bed making myself comfortable in it. Placing my laptop on my lap, I played an episode of Stranger Things. If you haven’t watched that show than you live under a rock, my friends. Munching on my Doritos I started to watch it. Hours later, I had finished the whole season. My eyes became droopy and I slowly drifted into sleep, more like nightmares.

Jaxson sat down with a sketch pad and finished his description of the killer he described. "Is this the guy who you saw kill Rachel?" Jaxson asked showing him the sketch. Ricky shook his head. "No, he's scarier looking than that. His hair isn't neat and he's got a Khal Drogo kind of face." "Khal Drogo?" "Haven't you seen GOT douchebag?" Klaus yanked Ricky's head back, making him pant out in fear. "I'm sorry? What did you just say? You arrogant little fish face."

My mate had done nothing but look after me. I did not understand why Alpha Issac was so mad. He looked as if he wanted to kill me but something was clearly stopping him. He would have done it by now? Unless he was going to make me suffer more first. “Even your mother was a stupid Hoare. Like mother like daughter.” He hissed before slapping me again and walking out of the dungeon without a second glance. The door slammed shut behind him making me wince.

When I feel something dripping on my forehead and I hear a sound. “Maaaaa” I looked up and I saw a girl with long hair falling and her broken skull. Slowly falling in front of me. She was tied upside down and her blood was dripping from her broken skull. I saw her face to face and I got scared to see what she looked like. Her eyes are gone that left a hole on her face and she opens her mouth wide while facing me. I got scared and I wanted to run. I turned around but I saw two men. Standing behind me. They look horrible and scary. The man on the left is holding his stomach because it is bleeding. He has a wound there as if he has been stabbed by someone while the other man has a gunshot on hi

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

He throws a wink. “Speak.” Alpha Dagon orders. Riven leans forward, he taps the folder. “After spending months in the human cities, it's not exactly that bad. Well, the humans aren't just panicking anymore, they are fighting back. Cities are crawling with mad wolves, one that doesn't belong to any lack, they are out of control, rabid and killing in the open. It's quite a sight, rogues aren’t the only threat we have now,” “We are dealing with missing Omegas and mad wolves at the same time.” Elder Mora slams his fist on the table. “We need to put an end to this.”

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

Claus concluded. "You are correct." Sergio added. The Beast has a way of knowing everything planned with El Patrio. It is hard not to be believe that he has been bugged." "What now?" Mia asked. "Are we going to keep been on the run? I think this baby needs medical attention" "It is almost over, Mia. Everything ends today." Carol assured. "Claus," Carol continued. "Can you hack all street television in Connecticut? I want that video of the beast killing a politician on every screen on the streets of Connecticut."

I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read. Suddenly, a familiar feeling crept into my veins. I can no longer hear the insane cackles of my aunt. The blood stopped gushing from my wound. It felt like time froze again, and it only means one thing. “D-doom…” I faintly whispered under my breath. “Open your eyes. It's not yet your time.” Did I hear it correctly? It's Doom's voice right? Did he come to save me again? I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by his crimson orbs.