Domineering Novels & Stories

That’s when we’ll be present, decorative and deliberate, proof of unity and lineage and legitimacy. A knock comes again, this time unmistakable, and Dominic doesn’t wait for an answer. He fills the doorway like he owns the air itself, hair perfectly in place, eyes sharp and burning with purpose. Power rolls off him without effort. Not loud. Not flashy. Just undeniable.

“Raven, I won’t allow you to deny that we’re mates. The fact is we are. There are others out there that recognize that we are, and it can be made official with a simple word. I don’t want to be a hard ass Alpha male. But after all this time I will.” Dominic could feel his more dominant nature coming to the forefront after all the violence and bloodshed he’d seen. The anger and the betrayal he believed he’d discovered. This was something else he had to get to the bottom of.

Madox smiled. There were few times that he could see his friend out of control, with all his uncontrolled pheromones invading the whole place aggressively. That...was good for health. Dominic had always been an alpha who could be said passive. He didn't look for conflict and while he wouldn't let himself be overshadowed by another alpha he did look for the least violent means of dealing with things. Very contrary to him.

"Dominic... it’s over. The ledger is signed. Get out of me." Dominic let out a low, gravelly grunt, slowly shifting his weight as he lifted his torso to tower over her face. His amber eyes were still heavily bloodshot, dark with a lingering, territorial madness that made it clear he wasn't anywhere near done establishing his authority. He didn't pull out. Instead, his hand slid up her chest, his thick fingers wrapping firmly around the front of her neck in that heavy, possessive grip she had come to fear and crave. His thumb pressed hard right over her frantic pulse point, tilting her jaw back until she had no choice but to meet his unhinged gaze.

His hands grasping my wrists while his body, lingered inside my open legs, those eyes of his now pitch black, either his wolf had taken over or was very close to. “YOU ARE MINE! I will rip that lowly excuse of a man apart for even pondering the idea of touching you! You, your body, your soul, your entire being belongs to ME! You may have been able to have your way with a series of men before, opening areas to them which only should bare my name, but now I have found you and will one day soon make my claim… I am the only person to ever explore you and if any man whether they be wolf, human or otherwise dare try… I will ensure they do not breathe another breath of air… I will rip their eyeball

he overruled her in her own game by regaining his dominance but still respecting every word she said. He wasn't being unfair or burying her words, he was dominant by agreeing to every word she said. He wanted to take over her and it didn't matter if she was trying to seem bigger or more intimidating because of the aura he always emitted. It was hard to stand against him without losing.

I took the laptop and went to the bedroom I was using. I sat on the bed and switched on the laptop. I went to g****e search and typed in the word "Dominant." According to the dictionary on G****e search, the word means to have power and control over others. I got even more confused about because I didn't know why would Bradley call himself a Dominant. That is the word he used at the gala dinner. The one where things ended up badly.

Gallagher to see if he’d be interested in being interviewed by Ashley and he’d sent her an e-mail agreeing to the interview and setting the time. “Domination?” The word, even coming casually from his lips, sent her insides quivering. He was a Dominant. Dom, for short. He commanded women to do as he bid. They became his sex slaves, doing whatever he wanted them to do. Her breath caught and she felt her insides melting. What would it be like to be controlled by him? For him to tell her to strip off her clothes, then get down on her knees in front of him and ...

he said quietly, “but dominion… that is continuous. It’s vigilance, adaptation, and anticipation. Today is a milestone, not the conclusion.” Olivia nodded, her mind alive with possibilities. “Domination is measured by perception and loyalty. We’ve shaped both today. But the real test is sustainability—maintaining control when pressure rises, when chaos reemerges, when rivals plot in silence.” She realized that dominion was not a static achievement—it was living, evolving, demanding constant attention, foresight, and courage. ⸻

There was no anger, no wrath but pure dominance in the game, technique over strength. Mr. Kim on the other hand was a combination of all. I used to think I could predict what he'd do next but he was always a challenge to my mind inside the ring or outside it. I didn't have any such information on the technique of the game except for how and whatever Mr. Kim said.