The Doomsday Conspiracy Novels & Stories

He swore that he must let the other party taste the price of offending him. “Nine Paintings?” Grayson was stunned. “If the kidnappers want the Nine Paintings, perhaps they’re from Doomsday?” From his knowledge, only Doomsday would regard the Nine Paintings as treasure. After all, the Nine Paintings was related to their survival. Storm said, “The people from Doomsday are notorious evildoers. But, it could also be an enemy who came to collect their dues.” After saying these words, Storm and Grayson were silent.

Could Timothy really be the infamous doomBringer from the olden days? Coincidentally, the "B" in doomBringer, which was also the first letter of the asshole's family name, was capitalized. It felt like he was getting closer to the truth. "In the past, there was a notorious terrorist organization that brazenly invaded many people's computer systems and boasted that no one could find their existence. It caused extremely negative impacts on the international community. "At that time, with youthful zeal, I gathered a group of people and raided their hideouts one by one, exposing these terrorists. However, these terrorists were no ordinary people."

An inch closer would drive me to my death. Again. “Watch your words.” He warned. I swallowed, fluttering my lashes in hidden fear. “What… do.. you..want?” I stammered with a trembling voice. “The world is greatly drowning in the malevolency of the evil ones.” He began. “Due to this, a special group of people have been appointed to send souls beyond redemption to hell.” That was the longest he had spoken. “So, I've been appointed to send souls to their doom?” He ignored my question, but I asked again regardless. “How do I even do that?”

An Omega came in and bows in respect. “Show him in!!” I replied. “Yes alpha!!”He replied stepping out. After a few minutes, Abhi came in, his walking stick in his hands. He looks more aged than that night. Aside from that day when he had told Rick about his mate and where to find her, he has not come by to the pack house but seeing him today, I have a feeling that there's another prophecy. “What is going on Abhi?” I asked forgetting pleasantries. “Doomsday is upon us!!”He merely said.

Carol responded, "we all had our doubts but he literally came down on earth in a bolt of lightning so, you tell me." Damon sighed, turning to look at Rachel who read his face like a book. "You don't have to come if you don't want to. You have a family here, you're. . ." "You should go," Rachel cut in, placing a hand over her husband's shoulder, "you should go." Damon's eyes had extended past Rachel and to his son who was still playing in the compound. If what he had heard was true; that doomsday was indeed moments from happening, his son would have nowhere to play or grow up or for his wife to watch the boy do so.

Steve and Kyle looked excited, but Demitri and Becca were not really into killing their brain cells. "I don't know." Becca said, rubbing her arms in discomfort. "Please Becky? I want to have some fun memories with you before finals." Kendra begged. Becca thought about it, but was still uncertain. "You know, I read something that said like.. alcohol only kills the dumb brain cells." Kyle encouraged. Demitri put a hand on Becca's shoulder.

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.

“Let me tell you the fascinating story about today's plan as we wait for Keirah to wake up. A story about the master planner of the event happening today. “On how I met him and how we ended up here today? You see, the master plan of today is Doom. Doom's plan is the one that has brought all of us here right now, “Doom came to me for the first time at my lowest. He just came up like an angel and everything since then has not gone out of plan. I owe Doom a lot for making my weirdest dream a reality. “When I met Doom back then. My thinking was all about running away and staying in hiding. I thought all my life I would be running away from werewolves that were threatening my survival. Especially

The fallen werewolf with the size of a two-storey building appeared on the training grounds of Arginieth where the portal to the dark world was still open. The fallen vampire with humongous wings hovered over Phantoria. I had read about the agents of doom in the myth and reality book in Derek’s library. They were the worst of every species that had ever inhabited earth and they were all asleep for years because of celestial interference. But it said that the seventh agent of doom would be the most powerful, so strong that he would lead and command the other six agents and finally end this world on the great day. Is this the great day those books kept talking about? Is this really the end of

I lean in a little closer, "her husband and son." Dominic's brows shoot up again, he's surprised but doesn't say a word so I keep going. "The college did a write up on her and said that she took a sabbatical about a year ago to research a group called, "The Celestial Order," I swallow, "they're a doomsday religious cult and now she's all involved with them. She's even joined their group." Dominic stays quiet but I can tell by the serious expression on his face that he does not like the sound of this.