Dominik Mysterio X Novels & Stories

He has no idea the trap is already sprung. Dominic is already on his way down the corridor, following Aurel discreetly to see how much the compound works. He’s a dominant Alpha, heavy-handed and completely ruthless. If Aurel breaks down in that locker room, Dominic will be the first one through the door to witness the mess. He can even have a little fun with him since he loves a tight grip. If Laurentis turns out to be a fraud, he won't have the strength to fight back against a real Alpha's weight anyway.

As a co-owner of the club, Mateo made it his business to meet every member, and he and Judd had hit it off immediately. Mateo was a gifted Dominant, intuitive and sensitive to a submissive's needs. He could range from being a Daddy Dom for a baby girl, to being a sadist for a masochist, and everything in between. He'd never settled on a particular dynamic, which accounted for his perpetually single status. While Judd had counted on Graham for wisdom about Dominant leadership, he respected Mateo for the advice he'd shared about kink. On occasion, Judd had joined Mateo in playing scenes with one or more subs.

-Nickolas' POV- After Xavier took Dominic away, I looked down in deep thought. 'What the fuck, Demon?!' was what he said but something about it had triggered a train of thought in my mind, connecting different bits and pieces. 'Fuck up, Demon!' Xavier had also shouted towards the Mysterious Demon. It couldn't be, could it? I had never seen Dominic and The Mysterious Demon in the same room or close to each other despite them both knowing each other. Even what Dominic had just said about the police finding out would also make sense.

“I don’t know. That son of mine is so unpredictable. Since he returned, he’s been acting strange.” **** Dark Howls Omega Land — Salim Street Dominic strolled down the quiet street. His long wavy hair hung loose, brushing against his sharp jawline as the breeze pushes at it. Black pants, white shirt, head lowered—he looked like a shadow moving. His voice broke the silence. “I can’t believe there’s another like us, Derrick. A witch and wolf.” “She’s so young,” he muttered. “And I don’t know why I feel connected to her.”

This was my first time attempting a backflip, and I seriously doubted its importance in a fight. "Just trust the process, Coraline. It's about fluidity and control," he replied. “Fluidity and control? We’re not doing gymnastics here, Zayn!” I shot back. “We need to learn how to take down opponents, not do tricks!” He chuckled, clearly amused by my annoyance. “You’d be surprised how useful it can be. The ability to move unpredictably can give you an advantage in a fight.” “Unpredictable? Sure, if I don’t break my neck first!” I exclaimed, shaking my head. “What’s next? A cartwheel? Should I bring a tutu while we’re at it?”

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the monster gasped, his muscles straining fruitlessly to pull the weapon free. "My core belongs to this world," Dominic said, his deep voice carrying the chilling, resonant finality of an executioner. "But my life belongs to her." With a brutal twist of his wrist, Dominic shattered the heavy iron axe head into a dozen jagged fragments. Before Vane could scream, Dominic delivered a crushing, silver-infused blow to the beast's chest plates, launching the seven-foot monster backward through the crumbling stone pillars of the church. Vane crashed into the outer courtyard, coughing up dark fluid, completely broken and unconscious before his body even hit the wet gravel.

Lisanna said. "Dominic! Why do you have so many scars? What did you pay for?" Dominic looked down at his scar, his face was filled with coldness. Dominic is the founder of the famous assassin organization, so he has to face many dangers. If he hadn't fought death so often, he would never have been able to train anyone. However, Dominic did not tell Lisanna this. He moved on to another topic. "Do not worry! These are just old wounds. I have another wound that you need to check out. Lisanna, give me your hand."

“You have a past that’s finally caught up to you. Now, get out before I stop being polite.” Félix looked at Dominic. “Dom, why is the monster sad?” “Because he has no home, champ. And no cookies. Not a single one.” “What a fool,” Félix sighed. “I have cookies under my pillow.” Dominic looked at me, and I saw something in his eyes that went beyond partnership. It was pride—dense, solid respect for the woman who had survived the storm. “Carolina, take him next door. Give him two cookies,” I commanded.

Dominic said and he halted. "Who is he?" Xandre asked. "We know he's the gang leader of a secret mafia. He goes by the name 'X'. We are yet to process his full identity. I have a bad feeling about this" Xandre frowned, as he slipped on a silver chain necklace. "You can call me later at night. For now, keep doing what you can do. I'll get back to you later" he replied. " I called at the wrong time, didn't I?" Dominic said.