A Dominus Rex Novels & Stories

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

Seth cautioned his servant before disappearing from the mirror. Not sensing his master’s presence any longer, Dominic stood up and covered the mirror. He had been serving the Dark One for only a few weeks, yet the god had impressed him time and time again with his extraordinary intelligence. He didn’t understand why his master held fear for the Goddess called Alexis. To him his master should fear Indra and Ray instead. But since his master asked him to be careful, he would obey. He wrapped his cloak around him, covering every part of himself including his head and proceeded to walk out of the inner room, into the throne room, and finally outside the throne room. He beckoned the guards at the

“You’re strong as hell.” “Thanks,” I say, leaning on him, blood on my lips. “Love you.” “Love you too,” he says, kissing me hard, heat building as we press close in a quiet crevice, our bond like a damn wildfire. The dominion’s core is a ruined temple, relics pulsing with dark lore—Calix bound the dominion to control realms, its power waking now. Guardians swarm, hissing, “You’re not worthy!” My light and Jude’s shadows blend, burning them to ash, but I’m fading, heart weak.

"I'm not your Mistress. Don't call me your Mistress anymore." "If I may interrupt," Lucia said, "I have a suggestion." "I'm listening," I said. "In Ancient Rome, there were slaves who trained other slaves. Because they trained other slaves, they had to be obeyed as if they were a Master or Mistress, even though they were slaves themselves. They held titles; Dominus, if they were male, Domina, if they were female. If you're going to help train Janet, let her call you Domina. It's different, and does not make you her Mistress, only her trainer. You won't be usurping Chen's rights as Master, but give Janet something to call you by, other than your name."

“You never retire from that world, darling. You just learn to control how deep the claws go.” Dominique rubbed her temple, voice fraying. “Then who is he? Who is the Fox?” Her mother paused. “That…” she said finally, “is what terrifies me.” Dominique felt something cold slide down her spine. Her mother turned fully now, all pretense of polish gone. “He’s not new. The Fox was a shadow on my back long before I became Domina Noir. He called himself a curator. He had files on every domme who rose to prominence. He'd send riddles. Footage. Proof that he was always watching—but never touching. Not until you refused to play by his rules.”

Dominus spat, blood dripping from his mouth, a dark streak running from his nose. Whatever power Cedar had unleashed had hit him hard, inside and out. If she could do that without even meaning to… I could see why Dominus wanted to take her powers so badly. In the wrong hands, it could destroy the world. That was exactly why he wanted it, to crush the prophecy and rule without opposition. “Anyone who wants to die, try stopping me!” I shouted, keeping my voice firm. I had a plan to break that powder barrier, but it would take the right moment.

His eyes turned red, the same on his face. This is madness. "And I disgrace the pack where I was born in." He said clearly for him to understand. After that, Dominus looked above my father who remained standing in front of him. If he is not Dominus, I think dad will not have a second thought to kill him. But if he is not Dominus, I think he will not do that thing firstly. To beg for the life of his people, it's easy to see that they are fading one by one, they are strong, but not as strong as mad and revengeful hearts can be. And any minute from now, they will be dead as meat.

In this case I'm unsure what to expect. I finally made it to the front and stood beside Senya, and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "What took you so long?" I was about to answer as the priest began to speak. "This is an amazing turn out for our late rulers, may they rest worry free and peacefully watching over our kingdom in the after life. I will now let our king, their son say a few words." Senya stood taller as he made his way to the priest's side, everyone was quiet, you could hear the wind rustling the trees a few miles away.

he said bowing at the waist at Rex. "So, you call me 'young prince'" Rex asked once Markus had stood up straight again. "Yes, your name is Rex Magnus, son to Rector Magnus who is the current emperor of the northern lands of Dracoterrum, so that would make you the prince," Markus said. The news sent Rex reeling! He had always considered himself a nobody, and this man was telling him he was a prince! "So you're telling me I'm royalty??" He said crossing his arms, "if I'm the prince of some drangoter whatever you called it, why am I here and not there?"

Dominic The hotel went quiet beneath my voice, not silent, never silent in a place this alive, but quiet in the way a room goes quiet when something important is about to be said. “Ladies and gentlemen. Werewolves, demons, witches, and every other creature of the dark currently enjoying my hospitality.” I let my voice carry the particular weight I reserved for moments that mattered. “I am Prince Dominic of Black Crest.”