Aldmeri Dominion Novels & Stories

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.

Dominic’s POV Pack elders droned on. I drummed my fingers against the oak table, forcing myself to pay attention as they pointed to the markings on our territory map. “As you can see, Alpha Dominic,” Elder Marcus intoned gravely, his gnarled finger circling our land on the sheepskin map. A bright scarlet mark surrounded our main hunting grounds. “Your territory has become a high-risk zone for these mutations. We’ve documented seven sightings in the past month alone.”

Thale spoke for the better part of three hours, and Elena found herself, listening to him describe a civilization she'd never once suspected existed beyond her own world's careful borders, torn between fascination and a wariness she couldn't quite set aside no matter how patiently he answered every question she and Damon put to him. "The Dominion was founded eleven centuries ago," Thale said, accepting the tea Selene had quietly provided partway through the conversation, "by a handful of wolf and vampire lines who fled what was, by all our own records, a war considerably more brutal than the one that eventually necessitated your own Council's founding. They crossed the northern mountains see

Dominion's knees, stopping her from being able to crawl towards the door that leads to the arena. Marcellan kills next to Nikolai, but I don't even take a single look at him. As Nikolai releases more of his pheromones, the fight intensifying, my sense to control and resist him grows tiny. I bite my bottom lip. Then, like a rush, the sounds in my surroundings all rush back in. My senses gather themselves again, and Mrs. Dominion's scream is the next thing I hear right before everything grows silent. Her head was crushed into her torso, leaving her split into two, and the thoracic bones poking out.

When I mention Aminta his eyes go large and a look of shock and anger crosses his face, but he remains silent. “Dysnomia, daughter of the witch wolf hybrid Althea and the dragon prince Einarr, host of the wolf spirit Aminta, has challenged her mate Zared, Alpha of Golden claw, host of the wolf spirit Gunther to fight for dominance. This fight is not until death but for submittance. The crowd shouts, stamps and claps. Chanting of ‘Alpha Zared!’ commences. Except for Breanna and Brdiget no one will be openly cheering for me.

Its movements are highly agile, precise, and brutal. For a moment, I saw the image of Alpha Dominic through that little wolf. It is very similar to him. I froze for a few seconds and was hit by the wolves of the Gold Desert. I tried to recall Alpha Dominic had a daughter. When his daughter was born for two months, the pack was destroyed. At that time, everyone was killed, so I also think that Alpha's daughter is also dead. Is this little wolf the daughter of Alpha Dominic? Why is she still alive? Did Arnold capture her to vent his anger? Why didn't I know of her existence all these years?

"A manifestation of spirit. But the beast? The primal drive to hunt, to mate, to kill? It's gone. I am... hollow. I am a vessel for the magic, but I am no longer a werewolf in the way you are." He leaned back. "That is why I cannot be Alpha, Dominic. An Alpha needs teeth. I only have light." Dominic looked at his brother. The tension in his shoulders didn't break, but it shifted. The rivalry died before it could fully breathe. Merek wasn't a threat to his crown. He was a tragedy. "You're home now," Dominic said roughly. "That's all that matters." Merek nodded. "I brought friends." We looked behind us. Through the rear window, we could see the convoy. The battered trucks of the Iron Howlers w

Werewolves aged slower than humans, yes, but even among alphas, Dominik seemed impossibly young, as if time itself had frozen around him. For the first time since their arrival, Dana slowly lifted her gaze, her gray eyes locking onto his piercing green ones. Fourteen years had passed since she last saw him, yet his face remained unchanged—innocent in appearance, but she knew better. Like his father before him, Dominik was a monster. No… he was worse. Perhaps the only way to describe him was as the devil incarnate. A cold smirk curved his lips as he held her gaze. “Well, well, well… looks like the bride finally decided to return home,” he murmured, each word slicing through the forest air lik

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

I say, still watching Seraphina until my dad pulls me roughly to my feet. "You heard him, Abaddon fought off six adult rogues, single handed to protect the pack." He raises my hand, ignorant of the pain in my shoulder and smiling proudly at the rest of the pack members in the clearing. "He will make a fine Alpha when the time comes. This calls for a celebration." "Alpha, with your permission, I'd like to take Seraphina home." Sera’s father asks.