Mortals Of The Doom Novels & Stories

Her green hair served as a covering for her nakedness, covering up her breasts and feminine folds. “Shut up!” Doom snapped, and he too came out of the dark. He was a giant man, with shiny golden skin and broad shoulders and chest—much bigger than Mischief. He was three times her size, and he didn’t know how the books said they were together, but he wasn’t here to figure that out. He was here to make a request. “I am a pusher of boundaries, and so I would say, six months.” “What’s six months?” Doom asked, looking a little clueless about it all.

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

It was easier to slide down back, but he got bruises while doing that. When Maddox got to the ground, he started running as fast as he could because he knew there's a possibility the larva catches up with him while running. Half an hour had passed, and he felt the ground shaking, he looked back and saw that the larva was out already and was overflowing, rushing towards him, destroying anything that was left. It was called the volcano of Doom because whenever it erupts, it destroys everything, that's why there's no living being there. Whoever is trapped, there is said to be doomed.

“But what the hell was that?” I glanced at the large rodent and shrugged, “It’s a Ratjaw." "A what?" He gasped, "A Ratjaw," I repeated, and began to take multiple steps towards the carcass. "They are going to be pretty common once the apocalypse starts." Harris stared at it. “That thing is going to be common?" he gasped, still clearly shocked, “How are ordinary people even going to survive that? And please don’t tell me tigers and lions are going to be mutate too.”

A pair of witches in long green coats passed by, their eyes glowing faintly as they whispered to each other. A group of wolves in human form lounged by a fountain, their gazes following me with open suspicion. And then there were the vampires. They didn’t walk so much, more of gliding, moving with that unnatural grace I’d only ever seen in movies. Every single one of them seemed aware of me, like they could smell what I was under the ward. “This is…” I began. “A lot?” Davorin finished. “Yeah. Definitely a lot.” We stopped at a tall, arched doorway carved with more ancient designs.

“Fine.” She reaches her hands out in front of her, dark matter blacker than the darkest black releasing from her hands and swallowing both Azadou and Jartre in a ball of darkness. I feel the fissures' resistance against me lessen as Merlos holds her position, the darkness emanating from her hands continuing to keep the two immortal enemies contained. Morrtemis slowly gets to her feet, pushing past the pain as she looks from the ball of black mass to Merlos with wide eyes. “Did you just do what I think you just did?”

Eyes scanning. "We have company," Damon says. I raise my hand. The power stirs inside me—not the light, not the dark. Something else. Something in between. "Let them come," I say. --- The attack comes fast. They're not soldiers. Not the Collective. Not the Northern Alliance. They're something else—twisted, broken, their eyes empty and hungry. Corrupted. The remnants have mutated them. Turned them into monsters. Their skin is grey, their veins black, their movements jerky and unnatural.

She said, The sky grew dark, the floor cracked open and one by one the dark gods arrived. Zaymor, the god of the dead, Yefir, the god of the damned souls, The others were from different parts of damnation that were better left unspoken off, it seemed like all the nature gods and goddesses had joined illummino. Herega screamed in rage as she sent an orb at derora who flicked it away and sent a tentacle of energy that passed through into derora and began absorbing her energy,

"Elara, in a situation like last night, the more I protect you, the harsher the gods' punishment will be. You have a mortal body. If they truly decided to inflict a divine punishment, you wouldn't survive..." "Besides, we're about to leave this realm. I don't want any more complications. The child is innocent. Why do you resent her?" "I told you, it wasn't me," I said, my eyes burning. "Hydra's venom corrodes a god's ichor. How could a mortal like me ever get her hands on it?" Aresios seemed taken aback by my fierce reaction. He paused for a moment before softening his tone. "Alright, alright, it doesn't matter now."

Donovan Enterprises occupied the top fourteen floors of a glass tower in the financial district that caught the morning light and threw it back at you like a warning. I stood on the pavement outside for a moment, looking up at it. In my previous life I had never had a reason to come here. I had read about it afterward, in the examination articles, described as a memorial to one man's refusal to accept limitations, the journalist had meant it admiringly, reading it after the collapse, it had just sounded like a tribute, not this time. I pushed through the revolving door. The lobby was everything the building promised from the outside.