Novel & Cerita Dominación Mundial

Kael’s gaze sharpened immediately. “The Dominion would never cross into northern territory without expecting something significant in return.” Thomas folded his arms tightly. “What exactly do they want?” Silence followed. Because deep down, all of us already knew the answer. Me. Not personally. My bloodline. The throne. The old power buried beneath the valley. The Dominion had spent centuries conquering weaker kingdoms by controlling succession lines. Marriages. Heirs. Blood claims. They didn’t simply invade territories. They consumed ruling families until the kingdom belonged to them from the inside out.

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

“I had no idea that you had to do something so easy. That you could kill him with just words.” “You are really desperate to see Dominic dead,” I mumble. “Dominic is a threat, and he made us sign a stupid treaty,” he winces. “Without him, we will rule the world again. We can take the forests from the werewolves and...” He pauses and then shakes his head.

The more I know, the harder this becomes. I'm beginning to understand why the Eastern gang would have been small fries for the Di Marco to destroy and why I'm a threat to the Tree and the world. No one should be ever allowed to own the power of the Di Marco head. An unfathomable power. "There's no title for it, Sofia, neither is there a perfect explanation. You can only feel the experience and have a taste of true power. The Tree stole that from us and even if everyone thinks they own 80% of the World's resources, it's not true. They only own the stolen 50% from the Di Marco...We still have 50% and are on par with them but your absence makes the Di Marco a sleeping dog. The Di Marco used to

They no longer saw a human and a wolf; they saw a new kind of authority, rooted in endless desire and blood loyalty. At the height of pleasure, where skin burned and breath failed, Adreas felt the consolidation was complete. He was no longer the intruder; he was the pillar. Sam spilled inside him with a roar that erased any lingering doubt about who ruled those shadows. Their mutual domination sex had served as the constitution of their new world. The rules were now theirs: desire was sovereign, the mark was sacred, and possession was the only freedom that mattered.

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.”

("We are only here because of your mother. Although, she behaved absorbed enough to marry you father, she is still a perfection igniting the Spanish and Italian" The man continued. "¿Así que se supone que esto es en mi beneficio?" (So this was suppose to be in my benefits?) I raised a brow knowing exactly where this was heading. In my hands lays the underworld empire of America, Spanish and Italian. And they want it under their control, with that, they would be able to conquer more empires. To be in power and control. That's what this is all about. “¿Así que viniste aquí a escupir mentiras en lugar de negocios?”

The rest was cloaked in mystery. “Yes.” Her tone darkened, like the world itself dimmed with her words. “They caused this war. They sought to unite the world under their dominion—even when the races had lived in harmony. Their desire was not peace, it was power. They coveted the Earth’s core, the heart of all creation.” “The core…” I echoed, the term foreign yet familiar. “Why?”

Dominion’s authority had fractured. The world had become chaotic again. Therefore the system would correct it. Shipping lanes tightened further. Regional networks were absorbed into unified coordination frameworks. Autonomous zones experienced increasing “technical disruptions” that slowly nudged them back toward centralized control. No war. No announcement. Just the quiet reassembly of the old world. — Dominion itself was powerless. The woman who had once commanded the empire watched the projections with something close to disbelief. “We built this,” she said softly. The silver-haired man stood beside her.

“I have to show them I am not a weakness. I'm your equal." Equal seemed to snap the final thread of Dominic's control. He bent down and tore a deep possessive roar from his chest, his lips devouring hers in a violent, unfettered kiss that tasted of metallic blood, fire and absolute domination. He didn't practise the restraint of a billionaire businessman; his tongue plundered her mouth, conquering her territory with a savage fury that melted her entire body into liquid desire.