A Dominus Rex Mga Nobela at Kwento

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He cursed under his breath. The nun ignored his remark and stood beside Lucas again. She raised her both hands and closed her eyes. She hummed for a second and chanted her ritual, repeatedly, in endless loops. ‘Bron tu neto Sir ravyo forenso Portu harem mossuna! Domus, Domus, Domus!’

Varniant’s transformation is completed, it broken up the cocoon and walk out with its new body. “Herrschers …! Time to harvest.” Said the leader. Both Fluxter or Herrscher is screaming and rush to each other, the battle is just begin.

He roars, his hips bucking up, pouring himself into me, claiming me, marking me. We collapse against each other. I slump against his chest, my heart thuds heavy and wild, refusing to slow. Sweat slicks our skin, making us stick together. Dominik runs his hand up and down my spine. It’s a soothing, possessive gesture. He kisses the top of my head. "My queen," he murmurs. "My perfect, wicked queen." I close my eyes. He thinks he won. He thinks he tamed the rebellion. I lift my head and look at him. His face is relaxed for the first time in days. The lines of tension around his eyes have smoothed out. He looks at me with a mixture of lust and something terrifyingly close to reverence.

I tapped the screen, and the words appeared, stark and unyielding. Val Rhen. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 20.

And then Dominion smiled through her lips and spread her arms wide, her small voice ringing with godhood. “Bow, for I am your Queen. I am the child of two worlds, and both shall burn until only my reign remains.” The sky above shattered, and both suns, one of fire, one of shadow, rose in the same horizon.

My hand dances across his wavy thick hair, and a man slips out of my lips, and I pull away. “Get on your knees,” Dominic said calmly, his tone demanding and alluring. Leaving the food I was barely eating, my knees softly made contact with the hard floor, and he stared at me, his finger slipping into my mouth, the warmth of my mouth covering every inch of it when he pulled away. “You don’t look good on your knees, you are a queen Aurora and you should be treated like one, A queen never bows down for anyone, not even her king, A queen is treated like a God, you are my God.” He murmured against his lips.

CHAPTER 80 >>>> Rex's mother is dead. Nyx hesitated before shaking her head. “No, my lord, I do not know her from anywhere. She just looks beautiful.” “Her beauty captivated me, so I had to keep looking. Who is she?” “She’s a slave here,” Dominus explained. “One of the slaves from the rogue packs. I think they said she was caught stealing and then became a slave in the pack. I met her here when I came back.”

Dominion. Power. Jesse.

she exclaimed, her voice trembling with newfound hope. Dominic leaned closer, his brow furrowing as he examined the ancient text. "There are some runes here. I recognize their names, but the meanings… I don't know their meaning." Victoria pointed at the first rune, a twisted, jagged mark etched into the page. "This one’s called Mendacium," she said, her tone uncertain. "Then there's Dolor... followed by Odium, and finally, Peccatum."