Dominion Manga Novels & Stories

Not splashing. Not spilling. Moving. Slowly. Deliberately. Like something alive. My breath catches sharply in my throat as the thin streak of dried crimson begins to lift from the stone surface, peeling upward in a smooth ribbon that coils through the air like silk caught in an invisible current. “What..” I whisper. Leviath does not look at the blood. He looks at me. “This,” he says calmly, “is Blood Dominion.” The ribbon of blood twists gently between his fingers, suspended effortlessly, responding to the smallest flick of his wrist as though it obeys instinct rather than command.

"The anticipation is starting to burn, Dom." "You can endure every bit of the fire I bring, Aara." His voice had dropped to a gravelly snarl, his pupils expanding until only a thin ring of mossy green remained. My husband—driven by the moon and the mate-bond—reached down and ripped the silk covering from my hips in one fluid motion. The sting of the fabric leaving my skin only fueled the liquid heat pooling in my gut. "Dominic, I need you to claim me. No holding back."

"Kenji's older brother? The Chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi?" "The guy is a butcher," Dominic said, his jaw tight. "He bypassed our perimeter hours ago and deployed military-grade black ops shooters. He just flattened my South district hub. Didn't even touch my men, Val. Just broke my toys to make a point." "He has unlimited cash," Valentina warned, her breath turning shallow. "You built a clean corporate empire, Dominic, but Ichiro is an executioner. He doesn't play by your rules." "He wants a war," Dominic growled. "My clean corporate fronts are folding under the pressure."

Adrian lowered the blade slowly. And for the first time since entering the Demon Kingdom… He wondered if the king’s interest in him might run deeper than either of them had intended.

I won’t make it easy. Raven swallowed. This felt different—wrong, almost. Commanding Victoria, even in training, made her stomach twist. But Victoria’s gaze was steady, trusting. *We need to know you can,* she had written earlier. *If the demonkin ever bind me, you must be able to pull me free.* Raven pricked her finger again. The drop hit the bowl. She pictured the sigil for *Dominion Override*—a spiral that coiled inward like a closing fist. She thought:

In the mirror, he looked focused, dominant, completely certain of the control he had over me. A second finger followed, more insistent. A moan slipped from my lips. His free hand moved to my breast, gripping firmly enough to make me tremble. "Tell me what you want." I knew what I wanted. I wanted him inside me. But the words wouldn't come. A third finger pushed me closer to the edge, moving faster, deeper. "Axel… I'm about to—" He stopped. Abruptly. The sudden emptiness almost hurt. He turned me to face him, withdrawing his hand. His lips crashed onto mine without warning. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was possessive, demanding. His tongue claimed space, control.

“They will try to copy what they cannot understand. They will try to destroy what they cannot copy. And they will fail, because the Dominion is not merely a kingdom. It is an idea. And ideas... cannot be killed." Aurel's hand found my shoulder, his fingers pressing with a pressure that felt almost like reverence. "I would study this," he said, and his voice carried the hunger of someone who had found a question worth spending his life answering. "I would document it. I would understand it." "You would be welcome," I said, and let my hand find his for a moment before pulling away. The Dominion was still growing. And the story was still being written.

“Every part of this Kingdom that something bad had happened needs to be changed. We need to remove the reminder of the pain that has been inflicted upon all of you.” More and more people agree with me. “This is what I would like to do. I would like to bring you all with us back to the Northern Vampire Kingdom and allow you to say in our bunker and hotels while we fix your Kingdom. How does that sound.” “Sounds good!” And “Yes!” Are the immediate answers to my question. Layla smiles at me wide. “You will fix our Kingdom?” She asks in excitement. “No, Layla. We will fix the Kingdom.” “We?” She questions me. “While all of you would be within our Kingdom, you will learn the new laws and how a Ki

Dean banged his spear against the floor and managed to close the portal. "My friend!" Yama chuckled, his voice loud enough to down the sound of buzzing. I gawked at him as he was in one of his crazy suits which were too blinding for my eyes. He was the only demon who inherited the throne without having to fight for it. The longest-running Demon King. Most of them admired him for that quality and feared him at the same time. Then again he looked like the kind of person who cannot even hurt a fly. With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door.

There was a shadow of doubt on Dominique's face as she stared at him intently through dark eyes. Dominique looked as though she descended from Spanish Aristocracy. Her dark hair framed a face with high cheekbones, and an elegant nose. Her eyes were flashing black, looking playful at time, dangerous at other times. The General feeling one got from Dominique was passion. Her reputation showed she was passionate as a lover, and as an enemy. She would pour her heart into whatever she did, holding nothing back. "That is the results of the survey I reference. All references are listed in the back. I wanted to show that while revolutionary, my idea isn't based upon fantasy or personal opinion excep