Mortals Of The Doom Novels & Stories

"Mortals, you have tampered with forces beyond your understanding. Now, face the consequences." As the deity raised its hand, the world seemed to hold its breath, the impending doom palpable in the air.

The House of Mortem; North of the Realm Kazamir's POV "Drink up boys. The enemy of Mortem is dead. I killed him with my own hands." Alpha Cassian bragged, standing on a table in the large hall, with a cup of wine in one hand. "This calls for celebration. Make merry, fuck to your fill, and drink till you can walk no more."

"I guess we would just wait for the results from the vampires then." "As we should." Alpha Ray took a deep breath before resuming his meditation on the plane horizon. ***************** Jasmine got to know that the powerful civilization had no priority for health and it wowed her. None of the werewolves physicians couldn't perform a surgery. The only thing they were mostly trained to do was aid in giving birth to a baby werewolf. "Save my father and I'd be forever indebted to you." Mira pleaded while Jasmine looked in at the beta numbly. The poor thing was dying.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”

"We will fight to the end." "Last warning." Halvar flexed his hand against his javelin. Instantly, the long metal rod was wrapped in black, acidic smoke. "You are fighting a losing battle. At this very moment Aldonra is releasing doom on mankind. Saving the mortal woman would not make a difference." His words made Calix's ears ring. Doom on humans? Aldonra?

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

His mouth was smeared with dried blood and his arms were dislocated but yet still had his rifle holstered at his side. "Easy, easy, " Jack said almost inaudibly to Bobby as he entirely left the grip he had on the steering, raising his arms, with terror written all over his face. "What's that? " I asked fluttering my eyes at the figure before me. "Not human, " Bobby said. We were surrounded, the German soldiers were approaching fast from behind and we were face-first to what appeared to be a...ZOMBIE! "Bobby, MOVE! MOVE! " I screamed like a high school girl.

She was certain those were the men she was expecting to arrive. When Victoria opened the door, Mort's dark expression with bloodlust visible in his eyes and the five men lying cold and lifeless on the floor appeared to her. His pair of emerald orbs glow menacingly in the dim hallway. Mort was standing in the pool of blood. He walks like Death himself, bringing death upon people who are on his way. Victoria was shivering in terror as Mort towered her. Eyes glint dangerously. "If you want to see more of the sunrise, clean this up," Mort commands in an ominous tone, he was referring to the five men corpses.

"I don't know. I've seen it, but I don't control it. If it's to be done, then it's all on you, and you'll have to do it before being invited to Epic Cu to become an Elder. Once there you will share your abilities with the Collective, and they won't let you come back. Mortality will be lost to you forever." I exhaled a long breath. "What happens to me if I chose to be mortal?" "You'll die within a slightly extended human life span. You will retain some abilities, heightened strength and hearing among them. But you will have no true defenses against the Neratomay. And you know what they do to those they find interesting." They hurt them.