Mortals Of The Doom Novels & Stories

for this would imply that immortals are not human. Perhaps most impolite of all is to refer to your mortal servants as “slaves.” This dehumanizing term insults hard-working servants, and implies that immortals are slave drivers! Slavery remains illegal in England, and you will find that mortal servitude does not resemble it in the least. Indeed, it is positively humane. Before the Nightfall, many impoverished mortals struggled each day to find work, food, and shelter. Now they are guaranteed all three, provided they are sufficiently loyal to Her Majesty and consent to their weekly blood tax.

Deep inside, there was only emptiness. Why were Mommy and Daddy sad? Wasn't this what they wanted? They didn't have to worry about me anymore. They could have another child and live a happy life without fearing a cursed soul like me would ruin everything. Out of the blue, Mommy began pounding the coffin in a frenzy. Her hands were cut open by the nails, blood oozing in shocking streaks. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't know… Oh, Adam, my boy!"

Madeline's soft voice came through the loudspeakers. "Selene, just throw the body off the cliff! If the zombies catch the scent, they'll come swarming, and you'll die, too!" Several of the squad members who had witnessed everything showed hesitation and unease on their faces. A young soldier, Julian Stone, leaned in and whispered to his teammate, "Mrs. Morwood doesn't look like she's faking it…" He hesitated briefly, then finally voiced what had been stuck in his mind for a long time. "Could something actually happen at the base? What if what she said was true—"

A holographic map floated above the table, showing strange dark energy signatures moving toward their sanctuary from the north. “They call themselves the Eclipse Council,” Damien said, voice cold. “Ancient beings who survived the Lunar Rage by going into deep hibernation. Fallen angels, elder vampires, corrupted witches… they believe the world should be reset under their rule.” Serena’s hands trembled slightly. “And they want Liora. Her power is the key to their new apocalypse.” Kael slammed his fist on the table, cracking the wood. “They won’t touch her.” Damien placed a calming hand on Kael’s shoulder. “We need to strengthen our defenses. And we need allies. Old friends who survived.”

But before I left, I told him something: “One day you will fall, Mortyss. And I will be there to watch.” It seemed that day had arrived. Mortyss, the untouchable. Mortyss, the hunter of Lilim. Mortyss, who killed every descendant of Lilith he found without hesitation. Bonded. Trapped. Addicted. To a Lilim. It was so poetic it almost hurt.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

He was Andrius Moonshade. The Wolf King of Florence and Luna’s husband—Andrius Moonshade! “Hubby...” The little girl obviously did not know what happened and shouted excitedly when she saw him. At that moment, the power of the Doom Cannon had reached its apex. Then, as the aura of destruction erupted, a bright beam of light aimed at Andrius, attacking with unstoppable force. At that moment, the little girl was terrified and shouted anxiously, “Watch out! Hubby, quick! Absorb the power of the Doom Cannon. That way... you can open the gates of Hell and return to the mortal world!”

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.