Mortals Of The Doom Novels & Stories

Mortis declared, his voice cold and commanding as he tightened his grip on Atlas. Atlas struggled, his screams muffled, but his resistance was futile. With a sickening crunch, Mortis crushed Atlas’s skull in his hand, blood spurting from his grip. Atlas’s body went limp, hanging lifelessly before Mortis dropped him to the ground like discarded prey. “When I offer you a chance to join me,” Mortis continued, his voice now filled with an eerie calm, “I’m not giving you the option to decline. I expect your obedience.” The last thing I heard was the click of a gun being reloaded. Another shot rang out, and everything went black.

I don’t want to think that Amelia might be dead by now but a part of me wants to be realistic. I am in a meeting with the elders in the command center now together with Keifer, Lucas, Fredrich, William and Leah, the rouge we caught last week. It was the elder’s idea to wait for the right time to have our attack but I can’t seem to gasp their reason for it. I want to get my mate now. And the words Leah told us is an enough proof that alpha Drake really had my mate. “The spies we deployed in the Full moon pack had never returned yet. A rouge’s word is never enough to risk our entire army of warriors and start a war Alpha Dimitri. How can you be so sure that she was not sent by Alpha Drake to m

Deadmoo. A terrifying place, the most dangerous prison earth has ever seen. It wasn't a pre-sketched or planned architectural design. It was a solitary confinement made of jagged rocky walls, a permanent abode for beasts among humans: Heartless criminals, Gangsters, Drug lords, Corrupt politicians, sleazy politicians, dangerous assassins and people that committed crimes too bloody for headlines. They're not the regular prisoners— They're called THE DOOMERS. Frankly— they are doomed.

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!"

His voice was shaking uncontrollably. "These monsters have been devouring too many survivors! Their strength has multiplied several times over! Everyone, be careful!" The entire base fell into chaos in an instant. The squad members scrambled to raise their weapons and engage the incoming tide of zombies. However, the Evolved were on another level entirely. One of them broke through the defensive line in a single motion. It locked its gaze onto Madeline, let out a guttural roar, and lunged straight at her. In that split second, something happened that made everyone freeze in disbelief.

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.”

He struggled to reach for the pulse-pistol at his hip, but his limbs moved like he was underwater. I didn't help him. I couldn't. My entire focus was on the six women standing in the center of the smoking debris. They were tall, skeletal figures draped in tattered, silver-mercury veils that looked like they had been woven from liquid moonlight. These weren't the "Trackers" or the "Judges." They were the Dormants—the cast-off experiments, the women who had been "sold" to the Council decades ago and forgotten when their bodies couldn't stabilize the frequency.

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

Revealing a new chamber pulsing with red light. And in the center of the chamber… A heartbeat. Not metaphorical. Literal. A massive, suspended organ pulsing with veins of black and blue, thumping slow and heavy shaking the walls with every beat. Lola’s blood went cold. “Oh my God…” she whispered. Jayden stared, stunned. “That’s impossible.” Mirror-Jayden’s fading echo whispered through the corridor: “Not everything in the Doom Room is human. Some things… are older.” The heartbeat thudded harder.