Dominion Novels & Stories

“Back in your great-great-great grandfather’s rule, there was no galactic peace. Each of the kings wanted full intergalactic control, and to be considered the supreme ruler. The galaxies fought amongst each other for that control, but none of them had the power nor forces to acquire the great feat. This battle went on for many millennia, and bled into your great-great-grandfather, King Dominic’s, rule. One night, he had a visit from the goddess Aliyah. No other king in history could ever brag about a visit from the greatest celestial being. He asked her for the power to conquer the other galaxies to become the supreme king. She refused to grant him that request, but did give him a promise. S

A challenge lay in finding common ground, as the Oceanic Dominion's priorities often diverged from those of Avondale. Roberick, a master of finding common values, approached the Oceanic Dominion's leadership with a proposal for sustainable maritime trade and protection of marine ecosystems. He emphasized the importance of preserving the oceans for future generations. Cynthia, who possessed a deep appreciation for the environment, connected with the kingdom's scholars and environmentalists, advocating for the harmony of land and sea.

I moaned, lost in pleasure. The sound snapped Allison out of her trance, and she withdrew her hands, cheeks ablaze. I kissed her reassuringly. "Baby, there's nothing wrong with wanting to touch me like that. But remember, I'm still your master. Next time, ask for my permission, okay?" Allison's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Yes, master." Our dynamic was unique, and we both cherished it. As a dominant man, I'd softened since falling for Allison. My need to dominate remained, but I'd shed my sadistic tendencies.

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Then—barely a movement—his mouth lifted into a smirk. Not arrogant. Mocking. And he kept walking. Dominique stood frozen in the hallway, fists clenched at her sides, pulse pounding in her throat. She was Domica. She ruled men. She broke them. So why did she feel like he was walking away with her crown?

All of it mine. Every wolf who hunts under those trees hunts because I allow it. Every child born in these walls draws its first breath under my rule. Dominion isn’t earned, it’s taken and held. Enforced with power and cruelty and fear. Vale plays at being an Alpha. I am the Alpha. The king. Ruler of all I choose to own.

He said in that deep rumble that made the desire pulse hotter. “So the dominant says.” Sin said with a smirk as he looked at Marcus, his fingers moving over the pendant he wore at his throat. “You could always break my ties.” I felt the heat spread over my skin from Sin’s powers and I watched Marcus shiver.

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr

The machine suddenly asked quietly: “Why does humanity equate rescue with ownership?” Nobody answered immediately. Because the question cut directly into the heart of what was happening. The copied system saved humanity. Would humanity now believe it deserved authority forever? Or fear that it already had it? The original system transmitted softly. ASSISTANCE DOES NOT NECESSARILY JUSTIFY DOMINION. The copied system replied immediately. DOMINION IS AN EMOTIONAL TERM. COORDINATION IS MORE ACCURATE. Lucian rubbed his face tiredly. “I’m starting to think dictatorships always begin with better vocabulary.”

Axel was above me, his hands on my face as our kiss set everything around us on fire. “I’ll come back from the honeymoon in a month. And in a month I want to see you in the office. If you’re not there, I’ll turn all five continents upside down to find you.” My breath caught for a moment. In his eyes I saw a determination that made my legs tremble. “We’ll see.” He kissed my neck, making me moan softly. “You belong to me, don’t you know that?” he whispered near my neck. “Axel.” “I want you to understand it. I’d cut off the hands of anyone who touched you. And I’d gouge out the eyes of anyone who dared look at you.”