Mortals Of The Doom Novels & Stories

I have a very worried Anastasia staring at me; now I know what the poor girl is thinking; she is wondering what does 'cleansing of the mortals' means. Well it means, the strongest shall survive, for the darkness shall unleash every creature that nightmares are made of. And these creatures prey on the lives of mortals; they range from taking their souls to ripping the very thing that beats which keeps them alive. These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race.

The room was empty and looked like a tornado had run through it. "What are they looking for," I questioned curiously, lifting an empty dresser drawer out of our way. Both men shrugged and continued to the open door. Samson peeked around down the hall and waved us forward. We all hurried down the hall and kneel down at the top of the stairs to see Mortas tied to a chair below surrounded by men in all matte black armor. One of the pricks was about to saw off Mortas's single horn. "That's a great insult for us demons," Dane whispered sadly. I gritted my teeth and stood.

I have a very worried Mirabelle staring at me; now I know what the poor girl is thinking; she is wondering what does 'cleansing of the mortals' means. Well it means, the strongest shall survive, for the darkness shall unleash every creature that nightmares are made of. And these creatures prey on the lives of mortals; they range from taking their souls to ripping the very thing that beats which keeps them alive. These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race.

Mortis clapped like an excited toddler. “Oh! Boss, should I tell him—” “Mortis,” Fernando hissed, “no.” But it was too late. Mortis beamed at me. “He blew up the cars of the Dons while they were inside because they hurt you and the boss—” “Mortis,” Fernando growled, half-standing, murder glinting in his eyes. But the world around me had already gone cold. “You… what?” My voice cracked on the last word.

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.

"Aresios! My divine soul... quick, look at our daughter! I just saw Elara chanting those vile mortal curses at our child..." Aresios rushed to the cradle and lifted the infant god. On her delicate body, which should have been glowing with golden light, wisps of dark energy had appeared. It was the aura of sickness, an affliction of mortals. I was in disbelief. "I didn't! I didn't even touch her!" I shook my head frantically. Oceanus strode forward, his eyes as cold as an ancient tide. SLAP! The blow, laced with primordial power, struck my face. My vision went black, my ears roared, and blood poured from the corner of my mouth.

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.

I climbed onto the platform while Amber stared in complete disbelief, her mouth hanging open. "I'm here today to expose something horrific that's been happening in our shelter. Even in the apocalypse, we can't abandon our humanity. "We're not animals. We have ethics, we can think, we can choose to be better. That's why Jared and his team built this place." The moment I'd taken the stage, Amber's expression had turned to shock. Now, as my words sank in, horror replaced the shock. She started screaming and thrashing. "No! Please! Don't!"

"Don't be scared. As long as you need me, I'll be there. But your parents went too far today. You've basically blown things up with them. What are you going to do next?" Charlie wasn't wrong. Part of me wanted to cut them off forever, but I knew Mom too well. She would never stop stirring up trouble. "I'll figure it out as I go," I said quietly. After I moved into the new place, my parents and David bombarded me with calls and messages. I blocked every single one of them. In my previous life, around this time, my legs had rotted beyond saving, and I died in that house. This time, I just wanted to live my life and enjoy each day.