My Doomsday Territory Novels & Stories

I was going to alert Kave and Igor whenever I had the chance. “Why do you want to go there?” I asked. “It is a place of lawlessness, a place where crime is at its all-time high, it is a stain on my legacy as Alpha if I cannot bring that place under my control.” Dominic said firmly. “After the Blood Moon Festival, I noticed an increase in the population of that territory.” he added. “It was where the Rejected went to hide?” I suggested. “That is my theory,” he said with a nod. “Look at how quickly they took over the Southern District. They had to plan that from somewhere were nobody would look.”

“Father…just pray that Luciano dies tonight because if by any means, he makes it back. I can’t imagine what he will do to you. “And I hope for the goodness of this world. For once in my pathetic life, God listens to this prayer and makes Luciano win. If the world is to see a bright future. Someone must stop you.” Don Mauro turns around and slaps him hard on his cheek. “That’s why you were never fit to rule the Solana empire after me. You don’t have it in you. You are a pathetic loser for a son. And for your information, no one and nothing can stop me now. “Thanks to Doom’s plan and Keirah’s biochips, that will never happen. Doom wanted to create an army that could use human technology to hel

"When you saved me from that guy, I told you I was exiled by my pack. I told you that they hated me for being a rogue ever since Andrew found me in that cave." I nodded attentively, not taking my eyes off her face. She bit her lower lip as though hesitating whether or not to speak her next words. "But I didn't tell you everything." She says. I furrowed my brows, noticing her gulp and study my reaction. "As far as I know, I'm the last doomsayer. Doomsayers have the ability to predict the worst disasters that could happen in the future. In most times, these are disasters that lead to a person's death. Other times, it's the worst event that will change a person, forever."

The creature's mouth opened. A deep, unnatural growl rolled across the resort and Sharon's blood ran cold. She had seen it before. Not today. Not now. Months later. In the previous timeline creatures like this had been appearing after the infected had evolved, after entire cities had already fallen and survivors had given up trying to pretend that the world could be made better. They had been called Brutes. And the first one Sharon had ever seen had been almost four months after Day Zero. Her fingers tightened around the weapon in her hand.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

"My destiny is to save the world." "Your destiny is to become the world." I wake up with a gasp. --- The next morning, I gather the team. "We leave for the Northern Territories in three days," I say. "We need to prepare. We need to plan. We need to be ready." "We're ready," Zara says. "We've been ready." "We need to be more than ready." I look at each of them. At Damon. At Helena. At Zara. At Cutter. At Julian. At Mira.

'You are nothing but a regret', 'I need you no more', 'You are useless', "I'm not! I'm not! aaaahhh!!" I scream and break down onto Clara's laps. I can't hold it. I'm not a regret. I'm not useless. I'm needed, if not by him, but the one who needs me will find me. He is nothing but a liar. It's so fucked up. "I really wanted us to last." I cry. "Why did he have to do all that."

That was the principle Cress articulated at the eleventh hour. Written at the top of page nine in her careful even hand. The room had looked at it and known immediately it was right. Sera stepped outside at midnight. The territory dark and quiet. She looked at the eastern border toward Merrick territory, toward whatever other territories existed beyond it, each one containing its own Roans and Fens and Wrens and Dаels and Sevens. All of them carrying real records in their heads. All of them isolated. All of them waiting without knowing they were waiting—for a name.

I started, still thinking of what exactly I could tell him, “But I am going to start with one sentence, and I am going to assure you that this sentence is the whole truth, and nothing else.” Harris leaned forward, and his eyebrows were raised in confusion. “Okay,” he answered, “What is it?” “The world is going to end in six days.” He blinked, his brows furrowed, and his mouth grew wide open with shock. I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.”

I opened my news app without thinking about it, just habit, just something to do with my hands while my mind worked. The first headline stopped me cold. DONOVAN ENTERPRISES IN CRISIS: INVESTORS PULL OUT AS HOSTILE TAKEOVER LOOMS. I sat up straight. I knew that name. I knew that crisis. I knew exactly how it started, how it escalated, and the exact moment when everything would become irreversible if no one stepped in. I also knew that almost no one stepped in. In my previous life, I had read about it weeks after it happened, a collapsed empire, a CEO who had fought alone and lost, a company destroyed and absorbed by people who had been circling it for years.