Absolute Dominion Novel Novels & Stories

And when people were awake, power no longer needed to be absolute. The finale was approaching—not as a collapse, not as a conquest, but as a quiet truth settling into place. Dominion had lost inevitability. Humanity had regained uncertainty. And in that uncertainty, something far more dangerous—and far more beautiful—had begun.

“TheNull-Serumworks flawlessly on a Royal Alpha strain. Look at him. From the apex predator of the continent to a fragile, bleeding piece of meat in less than sixty seconds. Human ingenuity truly is the ultimate evolution.” Dominic tried to force himself up, his teeth gritted as he used the steel railing of the elevator to drag his heavy, uncoordinated human limbs to his feet. He stepped in front of me, his posture still defensive, still trying to act as my shield even though a single standard bullet could now end his life forever. “Leave her out of this, Vance,” Dominic growled, his voice cracking with exhaustion. “You got what you wanted. You broke the crown. Let her go.”

“Much as I would like to ‘toss you back’, little human, unfortunately for me that isn’t how this works.” I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the broad chest that now obscured my view of the room. The Alpha King may be a complete monster, but he looked good doing it. Why couldn’t the Devil look like the Devil? As those thoughts ran through my head I felt a warm hand hook under my chin, forcing my head upwards. “Look at me when I speak to you.”

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

She set the tray down on the corner of the table and pulled up a carved oak chair beside her mother. “Have you learned anything from the old books, Mother?” Lyra asked, her golden eyes scanning the intricate diagrams of blood-sigils drawn in fading crimson ink. Aurelia adjusted her spectacles, her face drawn in quiet concentration as she gestured toward an open folio from the Goodnovel collection. "More than I had hoped, and far more than I feared, Lyra. The Blood-Iron Dominion is not a standard kingdom. It is a ancient parasite built upon the concept of magical stagnation. For two thousand years, their ruling nobility—the Sanguine Lords—have maintained their immortality by consuming the liv

"Kieran had already reached dominion when we got him out. Cameron hasn't. Someone is holding him between two states. He's resisting, but the dominion isn't breaking. Your pregnancy is part of what's keeping him there." She let that settle before continuing. "Cameron should have crossed into full dominion by now. The fact that he hasn't tells us something is interfering." "Then why does it seem like nobody knows what to do?" The words left my mouth before I could pull them back. Joanna didn't look offended. "Every dominion survives because something sustains it. A bloodline. An heirloom. A place. A living person. A ritual." She held my gaze. "Evangeline's false bond with Cameron is no differe

The Dominion's fortress, when we finally arrived after weeks of careful, cautious travel, proved considerably more imposing and severe than anything our confederation's own territories had ever constructed, dark iron and stone rising in stark, forbidding lines against a perpetually gray, overcast sky that seemed to reflect the very absolute authority this troubled territory had suffered under for generations. We were guided, through Isla's continued careful facilitation, toward a small, hidden chamber adjacent to the council's primary meeting hall, close enough to intervene should genuine danger present itself, while maintaining sufficient distance to respect the delicate, dangerous confront

DOMINION The city shimmered under a morning sun, gold spilling across rooftops, rivers, and streets. But beneath the beauty, a current of tension pulsed. Olivia stood at the mansion’s balcony, her eyes scanning the sprawling city like a hawk. Every movement, every whisper, every shadow could carry consequence. Today was not about survival. Today was about control. Ethan joined her, calm as always, but his intensity matched the gravity of the day. “The siege tested us,” he said softly, “but control… dominion… that requires more than defense. It requires action.”

"And now?" "Power is a mutation," Dominic’s voice dropped to a gravelly rasp. "Victor didn't just want the throne; he wanted the screams. He started enjoying the wet work—the kind of brutality that invites a federal noose. I wanted an empire that could last. He wanted a bonfire." "So you cut him loose, it sounds like a bad movie, Dom." "It was a divorce at gunpoint," Dominic corrected. "I took the docks and the 'legitimate' future. Victor took the gutters. The loan sharks, the blood-money casinos. "

“You never told her, did you?” Elara felt her stomach twist. “Adrian…?” He turned toward her, his gaze softer. “There are parts of my past I hoped you would never have to face.” Victor clapped slowly as always he loved intense drama. “Beautiful. Truly beautiful.” His eyes moved between them. “The loving husband protecting his innocent wife.” His smile faded. “But innocence is dangerous in our world.” Adrian stepped forward. “You said someone was coming for us. Who?” Victor’s expression grew serious. “A group that calls themselves The Dominion.”