Dominion Nocturne Novels & Stories

Adam is just still sleeping topless while Duncan’s foot is on his head. A small giggle came out from my lips seeing their positions while sleeping. My eyes went to Adam’s broad chest. The tiny hair was still there and a new tattoo I’d never seen. I arched my eyebrows seeing three letters on it. C, U, M. Thinking about what it means, inappropriate scenarios immediately flashed through my mind. I was about to go back and sleep when the comforter suddenly went down when Duncan moved. Adam’s six-pack abs showed in. I bit my lower lip. There’s something inside my head commanding me to pull down the comforter even more so I could see his body more.

I said, “Global dominance.” We reached the window overlooking the skyline. The city lights reflected against the glass. “If this were the storm,” I said, “then what comes next is the empire.” Damon’s answer came quietly, sure. “Then we build it.” The night ended with a single entry in the system log: Phase Reset Completed. Governance Stable. And for the first time in months, the silence wasn’t fear. It was power.

A magnificent white palace towered atop a hill, its dark silver rooftops glowing beneath the first rays of sunlight. A large flag bearing the symbol of a full moon fluttered proudly from the highest tower. Below the palace stretched a vast city. Much larger than Silver Pine. Cobblestone streets wound between elegant buildings. Flower gardens bloomed beside fountains, merchants were beginning to open their stalls, and countless people were already moving through the streets. Aurora stared in awe. “This is…” “Moonveil Dominion.” Cassian watched her expression. “Is it different from what you imagined?” Aurora chuckled softly. “I imagined a terrifying kingdom filled with monsters.”

Far beyond the borders of Briar Hollow stood a kingdom unlike any other. The Kingdom of Noctis. A land where the sun rarely shone through the endless mist. A land ruled by vampires. At its center rose Castle Nocturne. A colossal fortress carved from black obsidian stone. Its towers pierced the clouds. Its walls had stood for centuries. And upon the highest throne sat the most feared being in the supernatural world. The First Blood Vampire. King Lucien Draven.

The Vanguard's authority was dead, the Sovereign had reclaimed the mountain, and the high-tier bloodlines were already recalculating their loyalties to ensure their own survival in the new order. Dominic walked through the residential wings without speaking, his jaw set in pure, unyielding granite. The silver light beneath his scarred skin hummed with a low, dangerous consistency, a physical manifestation of the fury he was keeping locked behind his royal restraint. He didn't return to his private chambers, where Rhea was waiting; the business of securing the kingdom could not tolerate a single minute of delay. Once they reached the heavy, reinforced iron security gates leading to the subter

My claws tore a deep, jagged shred into the leather fold of my tunic as the console screen before me violently hemorrhaged its data. Selene swiveled from her workstation, her throat emitting a wet, desperate snarl before she slammed an empty horn of wolfsbane onto the slate counter. “The Northern Dominion just deployed a parasitic blood-lock on their master ledger, Ebu! The moment my digital scent brushed their Cayman mirror, the ancestral proxy-nodes began tracing my bloodline straight back to Shadowfang Manor!”

the man pressed. Alexander considered. “Hate is an imprecise term,” he said. “I’m… curious.” He lay on his back on the narrow bed that night, eyes on the ceiling, mouth curved in that thin, private line that was not quite joy. “Wake up, Clara,” he murmured to the concrete and steel. “I want to see what you are now.” *** Time moved. The world did not wait. Dominion didn’t die; it morphed. Their flagship programs were gutted, but spin‑outs appeared in other names in other shells.

Once he seemed to have made his point, he pulled away to my disdain but ensured to keep his lips rested upon mine, his eyes now also seeming to hold desire as he looked down at me and from the look in my eyes annoyed that he’d indeed broke us from the moment, a wink sent my way. “You may have once had the opportunity to enter entrances only my eyes and body should know, but now my beautiful, sexy and innocently sweet mate is within my arms and one day soon, will bare my mark, her memories of the fruitless, restrictive nights you may have shared will be washed from her memory. Any remanence of you or any other person, inside and out of her delicious body will soon be disposed of and replaced

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

I have no idea how to talk to a high-born vampire prince without getting my head ripped off. Before the heavy doors can slam shut, Silas Duskmoor steps back inside, holding out a sleek, black obsidian token engraved with the royal blood crest of House Nightbane. "My Lady, the young master commanded me to hand this to you. It grants you direct access to the infinite pack resources and wealth of the Crimson Dominion. You are permitted to drain whatever funds you desire while roaming Ebonhaven." I stare at the cold token resting in my palm, completely stunned.