Mortals Of The Doom Novels & Stories

"Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home." 150 thousand dollars? The number blared in my head like an alarm. I turned toward the phone on the nightstand on autopilot. October 30th, 2064. 8:17 am. My stomach dropped. The date, the time, Leo's words, even the look on his face, were exactly the same as that day burned into my memory. October 30th, 2064, was the day before the zombie outbreak. It was also the day Leo used "remodeling our future home" as an excuse to bleed my savings dry.

His eyes flicked toward mine, and for a heartbeat, he forgot how to breathe. “Dragomir has people,” he said. “A network. They collect the bodies. Anyone who dies becomes part of his army, resurrected, reconditioned. He calls them ‘preserved assets.’ It doesn’t happen often. Only when there’s… poisoning, or a violent death.” He tried to sound rational, like any of this made sense. Like what he described wasn’t a slow, quiet apocalypse hidden behind lab coats and clinical trials. They were manufacturing monsters. Selling eternal life in syringes.

" I am Doom! And will forever be Doom, No one crosses my path unless he desired death and chaos, I have been Absorbing Galaxies and Planets for Centuries now, This time when I Lord Doom has finally gain control over this Reality " " Reality will fall "

Their cries had been so piercing that even the Blanc and Noir had avoided them, fearing that their weeping would cloud their judgment and drag them into an endless cycle of grief. And now, before Aria, was the terrifying sight of thousands of them. If Simon were here, perhaps he could withstand it—but only if he had fully awakened. This phenomenon of the Thousand Wails of the Damned was said to have manifested in the mortal world only during times of extreme war and chaos. As Morlock had boasted, this was his manifestation, a battleground where he held all the advantages. Even the most profound arcane arts could not overcome the grievances borne by these earthbound souls.

It’s not just that I’ve manifested the power of my family’s crest on day one. I saw a corpse. Someone catastrophically important will die during the next Mortal Verse games and Solantis will go to war.

I can just make out what the Silver Hunters are saying. "Maybe the tower tossed them down here," a man says. He must be referring to Hank and Elena's bodies. "Another spell or trick." "Or not," a woman says. "This whole place is crawling with beasts,” a second man chimes in. “I tell you what. I won’t be an experiment like Ted was. I’m not the first to climb those steps.” “You’ll follow your orders,” the woman growls. “That’s what you’ll do.” I glance back at Damon and Winter, who are staring at me expectantly. “They think there’s something else here besides us. Something dangerous,” I whisper. “We could use that to our advantage.”

Then chaos erupted as the enemy realized too late the wolves in their midst. Back to back Lawrence and I battled through waves of gunmen, our focused ferocity carrying the day. Until only the shriveled husk who started all this remained. The lord of demons himself, Mortimer Kemp. Time froze as the bent figure turned from the windows to face his doom. Behind him, the night skyline spread oblivious to what transpired within. A mocking smile split the wrinkled face. "Come to settle old grievances at last, boys?" he rasped. "We all reap what we sow."

Mia watched in trepidation as Carol, armed with a shotgun, cautiously approached the door. Claus, still lying on the couch does not seem worried and it adds to Mia’s concern. Carol is capable of dealing with whatever it is. Just like Claus, Carol was a victim of the beast. She couldn’t leave until she made her 100th kill. Claus was very young when Carol was still active so she took care of him like her son. Now Claus treats her like his mother. was a victim of the beast. She couldn’t leave until she made her 100th kill.

“Never tell even a single soul.“ “We will never tell a single soul.“ Mina lively said. I snapped my finger and the tissue floated and flew to me. Mina's jaw dropped when she saw what happened. “You can make things move?“ She asked, I thought she would get it right away. “I'm a witch.“ They all went silent and blinked a few times. “If you do not want to work for me anymore, I would understand that.“ “No, we understand.“ Lara said and the other two were still shocked. I need to tell them so I could start fixing the house even just the interior design only. “Madam, we are vampires, Danny and Carding could hear us in this distance.“ Mina said which took me back. My guard elevated and move away f

I inhaled deeply to calm myself as I unbuckled and grabbed my bag. "I called your parents and they wanted to tell me they were deeply sorry about what happened to Dagon," Abby said to me. My heart hurt again. I missed Dagon's sunshine. He was always so bright, I told Adria in my mind. I was frowning as I followed Abby down to the car waiting for us. Once inside my mind registered the two other individuals in the car. Mortas and another blonde-haired man that was oozing sexual energy. "Hey Mortas, who's your buddy?" I questioned boldly. Mortas grinned slightly and introduced the man as the deadly sin lust and his father Asmodeus. I rolled my eyes and gave him a small wave.