Adventurer Dominion Novels & Stories

Dominion. Power. Jesse.

I forced my focus back to the headmaster, my jaw tight. “The Dominion Ranking System is only the beginning,” Soren said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. “As you can see from your phones, you have been sorted into four Dominions—Solas, Vesper, Ferox, and Umbra. Each is a medium, designed to forge you into leaders or break you into nothing.” “As I mentioned earlier, Solas demands discipline and command. Vesper rewards cunning and strategy. Ferox thrives on raw strength. Umbra… Umbra is for those who must claw their way back from failure.”

The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

Even if it meant lying, stealing, or selling his soul to the rich bastards in the sky. The day started out like any other in the Ruins—dry heat pressing down from a burnt-orange sky, dust swirling through broken alleyways like restless spirits. Around here, the only job left for the Forgotten was mining Adrium, a post-apocalyptic miracle metal discovered buried deep in the bones of the earth. They said Adrium was stronger than diamond, five times lighter, and impossible to replicate. The walls of the Citadel gleamed with it l; unclimbable, unbreakable. Motion-detection lasers lined every inch, scanning for body heat, movement, hope.The message was clear:

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

"The Crimson Dominion is my territory. My blood-guards will recognize my aura, but they will shoot yours on sight, shadow-walker." "Your blood-guards are currently taking orders from Garrick's alliance, Ashthorne," Lysander countered, his shadow-aura flaring aggressively as he stepped into Kaelor’s personal space. "If she follows your loud, burning trail, she’ll be surrounded by a thousand iron spears before dawn. She comes with me through the shadow-veins." "I am the High King of the Crimson Dominion! I know every blood-trap, every fortress, and every garrison! I am her shield!" Kaelor roared, his fist slamming into the stone wall, causing a minor shower of gravel to rain down between them.

My pussy dripped with lust as I realized how sexy it was to see a man submit sexually to another man. How sexy to watch a cuffed, kneeling man being forced to suck another man's cock; the dominatrix was holding her sub male's head and taunting him as he sucked cock for the first time. It was then that I realized that I wanted to see my husband suck cock. I was turned on by it and I wanted to see it. That night, I decided that I would help my husband become a cocksucker.

DOMINIC POV Its been 2 weeks since I've been here, I have fixed he rogue problem and helped a couple of the other clans in the area with some different training techniques so they could stay on top of the rogues. The other matter well that is taking a lot longer to sort out, originally it was just a simple land expansion but now I'm not so sure. Phoenix is doing his best to keep everyone calm but I'm finding the longer I am away from my mystery woman the more agitated I am getting and it really doesn't make sense.

“Have a good night’s rest. Lights stay on twenty-four seven…no flickers, no blackouts. My guards are on every perimeter. They’ll die before anything touches you again and that’s not a figure of speech. Our contract remains.” Nods. Quiet thanks. The tension in the air finally broke like a fever passing. Then Dominic stepped forward just then like he had been waiting patiently. Tall, calm, sleeves still rolled from treating patients. He met Adrian’s eyes without flinching. “I hope you keep your word, Your Majesty,” he said evenly. “I treated a lot of wounds tonight. Claw marks. Bites. Fractures. It’s the first time anything like this has happened since we settled here. We do our best to contri

A new legate to defend Novemton's lands had been born. And in his first battle, he had killed Bashir, an immortal. This battle sent tremors throughout the outlands and would be recorded in history books for generations. The people will forever remember the newborn hero who took over Wyvern Peak at the mere age of nineteen, codenamed Dominus. "Dominus!" "Dominus!" The people at Wyvern Peak chanted, sending echoes throughout the place. Novemton's new leader had ascended, ensuring the safety of their lands and the people within. On the flip side, the outlands were in chaos from the shock of this event.