Mortals Of The Doom Novels & Stories

He realizes one thing. “But then, isn’t this future kind of amusing? Pitiful and laughable as it all seems.” As he giggles, looking and listening around him, by which it all turns out that in this future and the seventh, the mortals becomes dumb. Unaware of the dread and evil that somewhat becomes a fragment of their very being. The world where darkness, beast, demons, and monsters are now becomes a heresy. “So, this time and this very loop is being protected from that.”

I could see his erection straining in his pants and it made me damper with need. "All of you in heat I suggest you hurry quickly to the rooms I've given you. Not to alarm anyone but this place is full of demons and trust me when I say they can scent your estrus and will breed with you no matter your species," Mortas announced as his red eyes fell on both Raina and I. I told Zurac that we should go quickly and he growled of course and hoisted me up on his shoulder.

'From the place beyond the nine heavens?' Morticia furrowed her brows. Darryl had spoken so seriously, so the doubt in her mind had dissipated. 'Those from the place beyond nine heavens must be the Heavenly Immortals. If that's the case, it makes sense.' 'After all, that person could do something that no ordinary man can do." Instantly, Morticia let down her guard and said coldly, "Can you bring me out of the Blazing Sun Gate?" Even though she had believed in the identity that Darryl had made up, she still held a deep grudge about how he defiled her.

"An amortal being is a specie or a series of species that has a long lifespan, they do not age or rather the effect is slower compared to humans. Unlike immortals, they can be harmed or killed through a blade to the neck, a complete and absolute beheading, or exposure to extreme conditions like molten lava and elongated starvation. Otherwise, body parts cut off can grow back in a few days. They also have some unique abilities peculiar to each species." Candice digested this information; it was an eye-opening revelation. In all her life she had never known there was some sort of supernatural ranking system operating in the universe. From what she now understood, they were humans (mortals), am

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

Long ago, mindless beasts from distant realms breached this world. They were ravenous, draining the air and water, turning the planet into a wasteland. To resolve the crisis, the Shining Keeper, a being from the celestial planes, descended to the mortal realm. The plan was to craft vessels to house souls pivotal in sealing the cosmic breach. Those vessels would later be known as Lower Mortals, identified as Humans. To make the world habitable, the beasts had to be exterminated first. So the Shining Keeper created the Salamanders—Higher Mortals born of fire—to fulfill this task. They succeeded. Yet, she deemed them too barbaric and unfit to become the guardians of Humans.

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

As the medical team rushed in to stabilize him, I stood coldly aside, expressionless, like a detached observer. … A few days later, at Gunner Corp's press conference, I stood under the glaring lights in a sharply tailored black suit. My face showed fatigue, but my gaze was unwavering. Facing the cameras and murmuring media, I bowed deeply. "Thank you, everyone, for your concern regarding myself and my husband, Mr. Wilson Gunner." My voice carried a faint rasp of exhaustion. "It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that my husband had a rare case of Fournier gangrene. Although his life was saved through intensive care, he suffered extremely severe complications, resulting in… massive,

The screams lasted for a full ten minutes. They were all the howls of someone being driven straight to desperation. Meanwhile, Papa and I both sat behind the bulletproof glass above the fighting arena, each with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in our hands. Below, Valerio waved a broken mop handle at the two chained-up zombies before him, trying to ward them off. Although their movements were restricted, their fangs dripping with pus still grazed his neck several times. "Stay away! Don't come any closer!" Valerio screeched, waving the handle in the air like a madman.

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.