Aldmeri Dominion Novels & Stories

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

His skin appeared paler than usual as he stared right into my soul. "W-What are...you?" I questioned, my lips trembling in fear. "Daemonuim rex" He hissed, his claws disappearing. I froze in my seat as those words echoed in my ears. I know what he meant. Demon King. My vision faltered as I tried to slur out the words I was thinking. Suddenly my head felt too heavy, Lukas standing in front of me getting blurry. I inhaled sharply, trying to keep my eyes open, waving my arms around but the fuzzy feeling took over and I let myself slip.

Tell her," Darius said to Aldrich. Aldrich pulled out a chair and sat. "Ashmoor Dominion has operated without a visible ruler. The territory has been run through Caden voss. Regional commanders,wolves who receive instruction and execute it without knowing its main source." He folded his hands on the table. "Three weeks ago, a name surfaced through eastern border contacts." "Who," Zayden said. "Dorian Vane," Aldrich said. The room went very still. I looked at Zayden.

As he leaned forward into the amber glow of the fireplace, my breath vanished. He was breathtakingly handsome, but his beauty was ruined by violence. A jagged, silver scar cut through his left eyebrow and down his cheekbone. But it was his eyes that locked me in place—glowing, luminous pools of molten gold. Alpha Dominic. The Lycan King. "Where... where am I?" I trembled. Dominic stood up, moving with the silent grace of an apex predator. "You are in the heart of Shadow Ridge," he said coldly. "You crossed my border, little wolf. My warriors do not show mercy to rogues."

His fingers lingered for half a second too long—then he pulled back. Kaelira didn’t move. “You could’ve just told me to stop.” “You wouldn’t have listened,” he said softly. She looked at him then, really looked—how the sunlight hit his eyes, turning silver into something almost warm. She hated how easily that warmth sank beneath her ribs. Not yet, she told herself. Not him. ⸻ They reached the Dominion outpost by dusk. It wasn’t a fortress like she expected—no banners, no towers. Just a scattering of stone huts hidden beneath the frost, all glowing faintly with runes carved into their walls. Voices drifted faintly from belowground, rhythmic and wrong.

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

PROLOGUE **BlOODFANG CLAN** ALPHA ISLANDER Iskander Damaris stood at the edge of a dark forest, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Calyx Vale's scent was etched in his mind, a fire in his blood. She was a rare-blooded she-wolf, the only kind who could bear an Alpha's heir - his heir. Her scent lingered, and a cruel smile spread across his lips. He'd spent years searching, destroying packs, and now he'd finally found her.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

Or is it just like a werewolf gene she thinks? "Where are we though?" Kiera asked him. Damian took a look around and hissed. Daemoniom is the last thing they want to be in right now. It's on Imperio's east side and is also known for its darkness despite the fun it brings. Damian sighed, thank God that they are only in the forest that lies near Daemoniom, it could have been bad. "Let's go," he said, still naked. Kiera didn't seem to bother that there is a naked (hot) werewolf walking with her in the forest.