Romans & histoires Adventurer Dominion

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"Because you were dumb, sister. A neglected daughter who was always obsessed with fucking witchcraft, craving for revenge. You got your throne, but at what cost? All of this is gonna be annihilated soon, along with your pathetic self." Nyx glances at Advisor Quen, frowning. "I can't believe you let him into my territory." "He did it forcefully. He even attacked the guards and we didn't want any injured." "Ouch, my feelings are hurt," Walker slaps the table dramatically, indicating at Sonic who's sitting quietly. "He's a Deserter too, but why's he in the Advisor Committee? Just because he helped with your little scheme? And I was born in this pack, grew up here, goddamn it!"

Clay was alarmed, but the flames of greed soon burned in his eyes. This was his golden opportunity, the perfect chance to cement his glory in the Dominion Vanguard. Once he defeated Ashton, every humiliation he had suffered would be completely forgotten. He would claim the northern frontier and its commission for the organization, becoming a celebrated hero among the vanguards. The Dominion Vanguard wanted nothing more than to take over the northern frontier, and the glory of being the one who did was now dangling right before Clay's eyes.

Kitana had done a great job of telling me the history of what happened to my kind. In A.D. 247, Alpha Kazamir, a ruthless Alpha whose Machiavellian reputation went miles before him, sailed to the ends of the ocean to see what territory lay ahead to be conquered. In his sea-bound course, he encountered a strange werewolf clan who lived peacefully amongst themselves on the Eastern coast of what was thought to be an abandoned island. His sole ambition to conquer the world, and become the Alpha of all alphas had led him to the huts of these peasants led by an Alpha queen. Yes, a female Ñyora was the leader of the clan.

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.”

I asked, losing no time. Kane leaned back in his chair, his expression dark. “It’s the endgame. Dominion isn’t pretty much cash or energy —it’s approximately control. The community you’ve uncovered has been constructing in the direction of this for decades. Dominion is their plan to consolidate everything— economic systems, governments, even media— below their control.” Vanessa frowned. “How?” “By destabilizing the modern systems,” Kane explained. “Leaked scandals, synthetic crises, strategic assassinations. Once the arena is in chaos, they’ll step in because the saviors—with all of the energy centralized in their hands.”

A blue dot that should have been moving, complaining, and alive. Then I shut the laptop. Dominion didn’t want money. They wanted the architect. They were about to find out that architects don’t just build structures. We also know where all the fault lines are.

A reminder to never turn your back on help. “Blue, Amber’s adopted father, actually came up with the theory of an army being formed. This led to us researching more attacks other than the ones from Moon Glade, Hidden Claws and Mountain Mist.” Dominic chimes in. Amberle clicks a button, the map zooming out to include packs from Saskatchewan, Manitoba and Nunavut.

He found himself staring, trying to calculate exactly what kind of lethal creature was hiding behind the ash and how magnificent that silver bloodline truly was. People treated the heir of the Adebayo Dominion like an unyielding monument of stone and terror. But beneath the mafia empire and the blood treaties, he was an apex male who respected raw power and a mate who could match his bite. By some twist of the ancestors, the rogue forced upon him might be the exact challenge he had been searching for.