Novel & Cerita Mortals Of The Doom

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.

Wolves bowed their heads without even meaning to. “Enough,” Damien growled, his voice echoing through the arena. The beast froze, whimpering as if sensing death. Damien’s eyes narrowed. In one swift move, he shifted—half wolf, half man. His claws slashed once, clean and sharp. The beast fell with a scream, blood spraying across the dirt. It collapsed, lifeless, the red light fading from its eyes. The arena erupted with chaos. Some wolves cheered, others shouted in confusion. The fossils stood in shock, their plans broken. Clara’s face twisted with rage.

"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

for this would imply that immortals are not human. Perhaps most impolite of all is to refer to your mortal servants as “slaves.” This dehumanizing term insults hard-working servants, and implies that immortals are slave drivers! Slavery remains illegal in England, and you will find that mortal servitude does not resemble it in the least. Indeed, it is positively humane. Before the Nightfall, many impoverished mortals struggled each day to find work, food, and shelter. Now they are guaranteed all three, provided they are sufficiently loyal to Her Majesty and consent to their weekly blood tax.

Jason was in the room allocated to him and his siblings, wondering what to do while his uncle continued ranting just outside the room. Jason knew how it often ended. Daltom had a strong, superstitious community, and since both of his parents died, the locals wanted nothing to do with his. His eyes, one blue, and the other a light brown, was part of the reason he was seen as a wierdo. “I’m calling the cops on you, boy!” he screamed. “I’m calling the cops on you for assault. You dare hit me.”

“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?