Dominik Mysterio X Novels & Stories

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.

Dominique tried to follow suit, my eyes raking over his back, lips pulled into a smile, “Aren't you forgetting something, Dom?” He stopped at the door, then turned his head to me, his eyes furrowed in confusion, “What?” I pinned him with the ‘are you sure?’ look, but his face still held that confusion; it seemed our meeting had erased the bet from his mind. “Have you forgotten our bet?” I reminded him. He paused at the door, glowered at me before he grumbled and walked back into my office. “Really, man, you knew I was joking.” I heard Sara and his dad laughing at his temper tantrums. When Dominique is not Dominique, the leader of the seven guardians of the werewolf kingdom, he's sure a big-a

he orders again, his face blank and devoid of any kind of emotion and I find myself sitting down immediately. “What do you want to tell me?” I inquire through our mind link, “why do you look so mysterious? Dominic doesn’t say anything and just lowers himself on the chair opposite me before crossing one leg over the other. “Romero” he calls a familiar name and anger immediately washes over me. This is the second time he is calling my brother’s name and I am beginning to detest it. Why the heck won’t he lead the dead alone? Isn’t he tired of poking at the same point where he hurt me? He should take a hint and not make me hate him any more.

Born, not bitten – which apparently matters – and that Dominic is the same thing, which hits me like a second shockwave before the first one has finished passing through me, and that the MC isn’t just a motorcycle club, it’s a pack. His uncle Viktor is the Alpha, and everything I thought I understood about the man I’ve been sleeping with rearranges itself into a shape that should be impossible but that explains every impossible thing I’ve been filing away since the night he stood at the foot of my bed. The golden eyes. The growl through the wall. The body heat that runs ten degrees hotter than any human. The way he can smell Dominic’s cologne on me from across a room. The way his jaw aches w

While it was strange, and rather annoying that it took so long, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy my time with the little Human. It’s funny how time can change things. It was almost as if the realms were playing a cruel joke on me. I’m Dominik, the dark side of an Archangel. I have no good in me, and I haven’t loved anyone ever in my entire life. Yet here I am, falling for a frail Human girl with bright blue eyes. How?

I could understand Miras attraction to my mate. Dominic was running around the training grounds topless with black basketball shorts and sneakers on. He was tall and muscular like most male wolves but he gave off that aura of dominance that most Alphas do. There was more to it though. Dominic, who was now sparring with his Beta, was very powerful but had such fluid movements. He was incredible to watch. "Mira you don't know that for certain. Besides what about those people who supposedly came back with him a couple of days ago. Theres some random girl and some couple. They're all staying on his floor."

A strange emotion flashed in Dominic's eyes. "What? Surprised? I did some research, guess what I found. You were the right hand man of Giovanni Montero. You are very popular in the world of the mafia, I must say. Of course, everyone knows about 'the vicious and manipulative Cobra'. Sadly, you made so much enemies. But, I admire you. You're tough.... difficult to get rid of. But, everything has an expiry date, Dominic. You should keep that in mind. Now, I have one extra piece to add to this game" Jensen took out his phone, a sinister look in his eyes. He covered Dominic's mouth with a duct tape and dialled Adelynn's number.

The king was once again cut off, this time by a whoosh of wind, and then out of nowhere, a man appeared. I yelped and dove behind Alex and Chase, who stood and blocked me from the view of the strange man. I could see through the gap between their bodies that the man had a cloak on, with the hood up so you couldn’t see his face. “Hello, my name is Dominic. My friends call me Dom. I am a hybrid, the first of my kind. My mother is a fae, and my dad is the alpha of the New York wolf pack.” “How the fuck did you get in here?” Alex asked the man.