Aldmeri Dominion Novels & Stories

“Of course, not all of our brethren fought for the Demon King. We the Werewolves, the Bearfolk, and the Rabbitfolk did not agree with the way the Demon King brought chaos to the world. But the humans hated us indiscriminately either way. It was the first werewolf Alpha back then who rose up and spoke with the human Emperor for a peace treaty. We promised not to set foot in the Empire or its cities again, as long as the humans left us alone. “Our Ancestor was Beta to that Alpha and he promised to support him for generations to come. Until our race is once again free to live outside the forest. And the blood that runs through Henry – the blood that is also running through Dimitri – has a certa

I am afraid this poor soul does not understand either. “***” The man just stands there and waves his hands in the air as to say he does not mean harm. I raise the palm of my hand and signal him to stop moving so I can get a little bit closer. “The emblem of Lycori.” In the corner of his neck, I notice a small red tattoo of a pointy flower. The emblem of the demon continent, Lycori. I have read that it is common for demon villages to have humans as slaves; this old man must have escaped from his demon master all the way over here.

Once the door closed, she got up and rubbed her burning behind, oh for the love of god, her behind felt like the king's furnace. She unpacked her backpack. She hadn't realized she was crying until she tasted salty tears. In the meantime, Dominic walked from the maid's quarters and stopped on his way to the castle. He found a nearby bench that faced his mother's rose garden. Why was his pulse suddenly racing? He took in deep breaths to calm himself. Had he taken things too far with the little girl, he should stop thinking of her like that. She did say, she was old enough. He looked at his palm under the moonlight light. He could still feel her flesh as it came into contact with his hand.

Lily, a fellow maid like me had signed her death wish just by coming down here to meet me. "Are you out of your mind?" I asked rushing up to her as I was afraid that I would never see her again. Worst of all, she was human. "I'm not, I came to help you out of here. I overheard the Alpha speaking to his Gamma to have you killed. I won't let you suffer for no just reason please follow me and let us escape this hellhole together," she audaciously muttered breathing fear into my body. Only a mad person would pay heed to her words. Alpha Damien was not the kind to deal with, even if I followed her to run away, he would still find us and have us killed on the spot.

he assures me. I sigh and unroll the letter we received earlier. Pulling the lamp closer, I spread it out for him to read. The moment his eyes scan the words, his expression darkens. "What the hell is this? This had better be a joke." "Exactly why I wanted to talk, why I decided we need to take our time on this." I mutter. "Wait—are they saying the Dominican Ice Wolves are still alive? They still exist?" His disbelief mirrors my own. "That’s what’s written here. The Arctic Alpha claims they found dead pups at their border, with prints of the long-gone Dominican wolves on them."

She was both a vision and a weapon—royalty and predator, a mate of the Alpha King, Thalen Varynthorn, and the last hope to stabilize the delicate balance of the living forest and the Dominion below. Lymera’s wolf had prowled ahead, ears twitching, nose quivering. The creature was silent, a shadow among shadows, perfectly attuned to the forest’s restless energy. Lymera herself felt the unease, a shiver running along her spine. She had lived in Nightbrae all her life and knew when the trees spoke in fear rather than curiosity. Tonight, they spoke in terror.

I couldn't stop thinking about my family. No matter how my life got away from me, I had to remain alive because of one thing: Roderic D'Arden. The guy was a legend of the Northern Dominion, and a bad one at that. The Grand Alpha of the Frostcrown Shadows Pack, or the highest-ranking hitman the other Alphas would resort to when they needed somebody erased. Just the name made people draw their children to the hearth.

The forest had gone completely silent. Not the peaceful silence of dawn, nor the watchful quiet of hunters waiting in the shadows. This was heavier—thick with the weight of attention, of expectation. Dozens of wolves stood frozen around the clearing, their eyes locked on the figures emerging from the treeline. The Northern Dominion. I had heard stories about them growing up in Silverclaw. Every young wolf had. They ruled the northern territories with brutal discipline, their Alphas known for strength, strategy, and a refusal to bow to any authority except the Moon itself.

{Dominic} I sized up every world in that hall, and though they were powerful, none of them could face me head-on. I noticed their surprise when I released my aura and it rivaled theirs. Usually, I wouldn’t care about a test of strength with these people, but I needed to show them I was an asset to have as an ally, and nobody. And I mean, nobody makes my wife uncomfortable. Suddenly, Grimhold’s deep, bear-like chuckle filled the room. “Enough with the stares. This is Dominic Bloodhound, Alpha of the mighty Bloodhound pack, and King of the Eastern region.”

he informed her. Cory remembered meeting Hayden’s “steed” when she had been first introduced to the Prince. He had come to Traketen with some members of his father’s court after hearing about the strange beasts that lived in the marsh. He had meant to bring back the head of one of the creatures to his father and had done just that. Hayden’s father was the Alpha of the kingdom Merdenor, dubbed the Alpha King because Merdenor was the largest of the three werewolf kingdoms in the land of Everdaze.