My Doomsday Territory Novels & Stories

she said quietly. "I know," Lennon told her. They left. On the street Roman walked beside Lennon. "Farris moves through the port district," Roman said. "Specifically the eastern section." He paused. "The eastern section is part of the territory demand." Lennon stopped walking. "They are holding the embryos in the territory they are demanding," he said. "Yes. If Damien surrenders the territory, Marchetti gets the holdings. If he does not, the embryos stay in a location they control within those holdings." Roman held Lennon's gaze. "It is designed so that any resolution works in their favor."

"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

"Moving into position." I pressed my palm flat against the console and forced myself to breathe. He was alive. He was still alive. The urge to key my microphone and say his name was a physical pressure in my throat, but I swallowed it down. He didn't need distraction. He didn't need me in his ear, reminding him of what waited at home. Home. The word caught me off guard. When had the penthouse become home? When had the Don's forbidden claim become the thing I was terrified to lose?

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?

Matteo asks quietly, “Did you authorize those attacks?” “No.” He leans back slowly in his chair. “Interesting.” “Talk.” Instead of speaking, he presses a button beneath his desk. Another man enters carrying a folder. Matteo opens it—one document slides free, a registration certificate. The Belladonna Holdings. “You know the name,” I say. Matteo doesn't deny it. He studies the paper for several seconds, then says quietly, “Belladonna never mattered.” He looks up. “Because Belladonna is never a company.”

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."