Novel & Cerita How Does Doma Die

One of the rogues was attacked, flying into the air, feeling very weak. The other tried to bite my leg but I kicked him so hard he crashed into the corner. Cassandra recovered and jumped at me again. “Those b*st*rd pups don’t belong here! Neither do you! Get out of here!” I grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the ground. “They are my pups and for me, I am done being weak.” Before I could finish dealing with her, Damon had burst through the door. His eyes sipp everything in. My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently.

I was born to survive. My father’s voice echoed in my mind—You’re nothing but a bargaining chip, Valeria—and I clenched my fists, forcing the memory away. I’d escaped Alpha Rhen and his brutal betrothal to Darius Volk. I wouldn’t let this place break me. Soren raised a hand, and the arena fell deathly silent. “To sharpen your instincts and hone your dominance, I am introducing a new structure to this academy: the Dominion Ranking System. From this day forward, every one of you will be ranked from one to one hundred, a measure of your strength, strategy, and worth.”

He frowned and ended the call. Sarah did not give up; she called again. He had no choice but to answer the phone. "Hi, Henry. I just learned that Dominic has died. He died from cultivation psychosis. However, I'm sure that's not why he died. It was you, right?" Sarah exclaimed excitedly. Henry was able to kill Dominic, demonstrating how powerful he was. Regardless of how he did it, he had shown his power. She would undoubtedly be the most superior person if she could become Henry's wife.

I rasp, watching the slaughter unfold. It isn't a fight. It's an execution. Dom moves with terrifying precision. Each swipe of his claws strips fur and flesh. Each snap of his jaws breaks bone. Thomas tries to flee, but Dom catches his hind leg and wrenches—the pop of the hip joint dislocating makes even the battle-hardened warriors flinch. When Thomas collapses, whimpering, Dom plants a massive paw on his throat and leans down. I see the intent in his quivering haunches—the killing bite.

I raise the gun again. "Don't," I warn, but Dom is beyond reason. His eyes are wild, fixed on his sister's motionless form. "You killed her," he snarls, still coming at me. "You fucking killed her!" I don't hesitate this time. I pull the trigger, and Dom staggers as the bullet tears through his shoulder. But it doesn't stop him—he keeps coming. Before he reaches me, Cassian tackles him from behind. He drives his fist into Dom's face, knocking him to the ground. Before Dom can recover, Cassian's on him, delivering blow after blow until Dom's no longer moving.

But she was on fire that she regretted sitting up. “So what is the proposal?” she asks. “We get into an agreement, that I fulfill my desires with you. Of course to agree to what I will suggest. And if you don’t we can go our separate ways. What are not some sex buddies, this is an exclusive agreement. And whatever we agree on, you don’t get to hold me off on.” Damon tells her. “Of course, there will always be that exception on that there’s a safe word, and that’s how I stop, not by screams or cries,” he adds.

“Not unless you want your tongue cut out and served to the dogs.” Matteo coughed, laughing, even as blood dripped from his split lip. “Touchy.” Dominic threw him backward. Matteo stumbled into a stool, knocking it over with a clatter. Romano stepped forward. “You’re breaking every rule we live by, Dom. She saw Diego die. She saw you kill him.” Dominic turned slowly. “Then maybe she should be dead,” Romano continued. “But instead, you brought her here. Fucked her. Marked her. Let her leak all over your kitchen like a trophy.”

Raw, undiluted fear slammed into his chest. His wolf was howling, crying in agony for its lost mate. But his mouth was still in denial. "Marina?" his voice trembled. "Stop messing around. Get up!" Of course, the corpse didn't move. "Dominic..." Liam's voice was almost a whisper. "The Luna... she's really..." "She's not dead!" Dominic roared, his voice cracking. "She can't be! Monsters don't die!" Harper carefully stepped around my body and picked something up from the floor.

Just before the end, in a sudden burst of terminal lucidity, his eyes cleared for a fleeting moment. He fixed me with a death stare, his lips trembling. But in the end, he only managed a few indistinct gasps filled with unrelenting resentment before the life in him was completely extinguished. I stood at the bedside, quietly watching the monitor flatline without any expression. The funeral was modest yet dignified. Dressed in black with a white flower pinned to my chest, I laid a bouquet of lilies—his least favorite flower—on the grave. The media captured my faintly reddened eyes and solitary profile, portraying me as resilient.

Dom’s body trembled from the impact, and he stumbled backwards. At the same time, Harvey turned his punch into a slap and swung his palm forward. Slap! Dom had no time to dodge the attack and his body was immediately sent flying. When he landed back on the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth. He tried to stand up, but suddenly, felt a surge of power enveloping his body. Dom immediately fell to his knees, his legs slamming on the ground. He couldn’t control his body at all. Despair shrouded him. Now, he was certain that he had crossed paths with that legendary man.