The Doomsday Conspiracy Novels & Stories

He also emphasized how dangerous the poison was and warned everyone to stay alert in case any rogue members of The Monroe Group attempted to target more victims. The state of emergency was lifted, which didn’t sit well with the anti-shifter groups. They protested loudly, but as more information came to light, their numbers and voices started to shrink. This was especially true after three independent computer labs verified that Donatello’s videos were real. Of course, there would always be people who clung to wild and irrational beliefs. It was strange, though, what we were seeing was exactly what conspiracy theorists always talked about: a secret network of powerful billionaires manipulatin

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

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.”

" 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 "

The heavy metal door creaked open with a sickening grind. “She wants a secret, Tasha?” Damian called out, his voice booming. “The true secret of this house isn’t what’s in the vault.” He pointed to the inside of the door, where Tasha had been standing moments before. “It’s the mechanism on the back. It’s the real trap.” Tasha looked at the exposed vault door, then back at Damian with dawning horror. “The real conspiracy,” Damian finished, his voice cold and final, “was always designed to be self-destructing.”

Dad wanted to stop them, but seeing his wife and daughter so happy, he let it go. In the midst of this peaceful scene, a broadcast suddenly echoed across the square. "Attention! Attention! The global food supply has been compromised. All residents, please be cautious about what you eat!" Just then, several disaster victims clutched their stomachs and collapsed to the ground. Wails of agony filled the air, and a few of them foamed at the mouth before passing out. The remaining people panicked. Some turned on Mom and Amber. "It's their fault! If it weren't for them, we could've lived a few more days."

It looked like a glitch in the fabric of the universe, a localized quarantine of reality where the laws of physics had been suspended. "Look at it," Vance gasped. The federal cleaner was clutching his ribs, blood dripping from his chin, his pristine charcoal suit ruined. He stared at the dome of static with a mixture of absolute awe and primal terror. "The Vanguard... the 'Small-Minded' governments... we thought we were containing a localized threat. We thought we were managing a few anomalous individuals. We were trying to put a lid on a supernova."

There was a letter on his desk. If he hadn't been a firm non-believer, he might have screamed on the spot. When he opened it and read the contents, a chill ran down his spine. Then, just as quickly, he let out a short laugh. Another one. People claiming the world was ending, disasters piling up, society collapsing, everyone doomed… They saw all kinds of things here. Some confessed the moment the handcuffs went on. Others came in rambling about supernatural powers, claiming they could speak to gods. All they needed was 50 pounds of oil and grain as an offering, and on New Year's Eve, the gods would send down an ark and give them a ticket off this planet.

I blinked and forced a smile. “I’m just thinking about tomorrow,” I said. “It’s a big step.” He laughed softly. “Relax. It’s just final signing.” “Do you know who the Vice President is?” I asked carefully. He frowned. “No. Strange thing is, Stone Crest never had one before.” “That’s… odd.” “Doesn’t matter,” he said confidently. “Once they see us, once they see the presentation again, it’s done.” He walked to his desk and opened the file containing the printed designs.

The ancient threat is spreading, bleeding into the world, turning everything cold and dead. I stand on the observation deck, watching it come. Damon is beside me. Helena is behind us. Zara is at the defenses. Julian is in the research lab, working on something—a last-minute weapon, a final hope. "This is it," I say. "This is it," Damon agrees. "If we don't make it—" "We will." "You don't know that." He takes my hand. Squeezes it. "I know you," he says. "And I know you won't let us fail."