Doma From Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Diana Her voice cuts crisply through the air. “The first time the Dark Mage was sealed… you said it took the Amadeus Alpha, the Primarch Arcana, and the Moon Goddess’s Priest.” Her eyes sweep the room, assessing. “Are you saying we’re going to repeat that now?” Dom nods once, calmly. “That’s right.” Alpha Livia’s brow furrows slightly. “And you, you’ll stand in for your ancestor?” Dom’s mouth curves in the faintest of smiles. “I will.”

"You're what?!" The boys yelled in unison impatiently. "He's gonna be a dad too. I must say, you work fast." Kian helped him out to spill the beans with some teasing. "All of you?" Theo asked in disbelief. Dom is looking down. He can't get pregnant for he is not an omega and Theo is a vampire. While they are busy chatting, He sneaked out. But their alphas saw him. "Talk to him, love. I'll talk with Theo." Kian linked his mate and Kaleb followed his gamma outside.

Now it was alive with purpose, crawling with mercenaries, black market operatives, and exiled allies who owed Dominic favors—and blood. Dominic stood over a table strewn with schematics and marked maps. Every red circle was a Morano asset. Every black X was one he’d already claimed. Behind him, a tall woman approached—Amara Danti, his second-in-command and a ruthless tactician with ties to the Eastern European underworld. Her platinum hair was pulled into a tight braid, her eyes sharp enough to kill without a blade. “He took the bait,” she said. Dominic smiled. “Of course he did.”

Dominion is behind her and a few others I recognize from the academy. This doesn't look good.

“Dominic!” Down in the rubble, Dominic shoved a massive slab of marble off his chest. He had a gash across his forehead, blood spilling fast, but before he could even rise , the shadows in the foyer detached themselves from the walls. Dozens of elite vampire assassins flowed out of the dark, swarming the ruined stairs like a crimson problem they meant to finish. “I’ll kill every last one, go!” Dominic bellowed, shifting fully into his colossal black wolf form as he met the tide of fangs. “Get our son!”

"He's a complete psycho, Kahlia...I'm terrified of what he's capable of." Kahlia sighed, looking helpless, knowing that was probably exactly what Dominic was hoping for. "Shit, Ari...what the hell..." "Oh, and Dean Mathers is a Fae of dragonblood." She whisper yelled at him, glancing around the cafe as Tama and Valia came in and the cafe staff cautiously reappeared to see the rich boy Carlyle had left. Kahlia stared at her, stunned. "Wow...really?" She nodded. "That's what Dominic said and he was really pissed off that no one had bothered to tell us."

The detective thought to just ran away and call for help but his feet felt glued on the floor. ‘Bron tu neto Sir ravyo forenso Portu harem mossuna! Domus, Domus, Domus!’ “DOMUS!” the nun threw her head back as she yelled the last word, her eyes flew open wide. Her whole body shook and the detective was quick to catch her before she hit the ground. She was catching her breath but her eyes never left Lucas’ body, who remained unmoving.

Her bare back was towards him, showing off her jutting back blades. She was perfect in many ways; tall, slender, yet at the same time had the curves of a woman, from her peachy ass to her bouncing breasts. But that didn’t change the fact that she was still a zeta wolf who had committed terrible crimes. Damon looked away, frowning. He returned to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Mind linking Domenico, the head warrior and Shanaya, the head omega.

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

"You dare reject the grace of the Eastern Skies for a mongrel wolf?! You have sealed your realm’s destruction, girl! The Celestial Code permits no treason of the blood!" "Your code means nothing here, lizard," Dominic growled, stepping past Clara. His gravelly, velvet voice carried the lethal weight of an apex predator who had found his prey. "You want her blood? You want my son? Stop hiding behind your holographic projection and step onto my deck."