My Doomsday Territory Novels & Stories

"What are you doing? This is my home! I'll report you for breaking and entering!" One of the workers gave her a tired look and handed over an official notice. "Chase Gray is dead, and you're an ordinary civilian. You no longer have enough points to maintain this residence, so we're repossessing the place per regulations. Civilians live in the East District. Rent is cheaper there." The East District was basically the slums. Dozens of people crammed into a single dorm, and the environment there was horrible. But in an apocalypse, having a roof over one's head was already more than many dared dream of.

**<< Meaning they can be triggered? **<< Remotely… >>** Reynolds confirmed, wincing as he typed. **<< Or… on pre-set timer… Thorne’s protocols… >>** He pulled up another window – garbled text fragments. **<< …contingency ‘Scorched Earth’… activate upon command authority loss… >>** He looked up, eyes wide with fear. **<< If Thorne or Dominic… are compromised… sleepers activate… automatically… after… countdown? >>** The implication was horrifying. Dominic’s wounding and exposure might have already triggered a doomsday clock. They weren’t just hunting a monster; they were racing against an automated apocalypse targeting children, the elderly, and refugees.

“I’m so sorry for my insensitive words, I just don’t want you to think that I’m greedy or selfish. Actually, my boys informed me of your victory so I came over immediately because I wanted to be the first to show my interest. I’m aware of the fact that you did not share everything when you gave us our territories, you did not share some of the best spots and streets, that includes Durego’s territories. So I want to ask you to lend me Durego’s territory seeing as it is so close to my territory. I think I am in the best position to claim his territories, I gave you more boys to go on this mission and I…” “Get out.” I let out fiercely, grinding my teeth and folding my knuckles tightly to stop m

"What are you doing?" "I'm offering you a trade." I unfolded the contract, holding it up for everyone to see. "Dante and I were married in the catacombs an hour ago. By the old laws, our child is now the legitimate heir to the Moretti and Rossi bloodlines. A child you want. A child you need." I paused, watching her expression shift. "But that child won't exist if we die here tonight. And neither will your empire." Valentina's composure cracked. "You're bluffing. You wouldn't risk your own child's life."

He picks up a long stick and traces a circle around it. "This world is split into multiple territories. Each territory is governed by its own politics, and cannot be controlled by any other. We live in Territory Six, where our climate is often spring-like, aiding the wonderful views," he explains, pointing to the territories in turn. On the map they don't look so big and daunting, but the sheer number of them startles me somewhat. Will I ever see enough of them, learn about enough of them to feel like I really belong in this world?

“I want every informant we own awake. I want every captain in the USA on the phone within ten minutes.” “I will make it happen.” “I want every man on the street before our plane lands. Meet me at the airport.” I end the call. I take one last look at the warehouse, at the purple flower, at the bodies Belladonna left behind. Then I turn away, my voice terrifyingly calm, “If Belladonna took my wife… There won't be enough graves left in New York and Europe.”

he sighs handing me over the papers, it was a map of the no territory zone and instructions on how to get there. Just from looking at the map, it appeared to be some kind of bunker. What could Richard be hiding there? No territory is a place where well, no pack as any territory over so rogues like to stay there so packs will have to stay away. We have to go there but we'll need to be so careful, Morgan will probably put in for the alliance to get a warrant to search the land, just to be on the safe side.

Approaching the window, I note the dull landscape outside. "Let me guess, Territory Nine?" "It's not pretty, but most of the Territory is abandoned. We should be safe here,” Keo assures me, standing at the window as well to peer out. There isn’t much to see. Just a greying mud slope that leads down into a swampy marsh. From what I know, most of the Territory was decimated from a brutal war. Most of the survivors were chased away while only few remained to slowly rebuild. "So I'm assuming you know this man who spoke to me."

I’ll bid my time, waiting Just as the python does, Patient and calculating The prey knows that trouble lurks Oblivious to where it is coming But one thing is sure, No one will see me approaching -PenaciousShewa The Rogue Territory is what we can call the opposite universe of the Conscientious Territory. Although both territories are structurally, industrially, and economically developed, there is one distinct factor, and that is the way their governments are run. While the Conscientious Pack is ruled by the Alpha quite alright, theirs is a federal system of government, and every unit has a say. We can see this in two instances.

I asked though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. Her gaze softened slightly, though the urgency in her tone remained. “The southern territories are on the brink of collapse. Damien’s alliance threatens to destroy the balance, not only in your lands but across the realms. If he succeeds, chaos will reign, and countless lives will be lost.” I felt a lump form in my throat. The southern territories had always been a fragile point of contention, but to hear it confirmed as the center of impending disaster was terrifying. “What can I do?” I whispered. “I can’t even control my wolf. How am I supposed to stop something so much bigger than me?”