My Doomsday Territory Novels & Stories

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?”

According to the text, the Alphas of the early territories at the time—of which there used to be only three, although now there were more than a dozen across the continent—were on the brink of war. Bloodmoon, one of the three territories at the time, had been in negotiation talks with one of the other territories about a piece of land stretching across the east coast of the continent. However, another pack, Waning Crescent, believed that that land was holy—and that it was their Goddess-given right to have it.

Jenson loved his daddy to death, so it was natural for him to defend his father. “If Daddy is muddle-headed and incompetent, I’m afraid your Yorks Stronghold would’ve burned to the ground by the military intelligence division by now.” Chloe Yorks was in a pique after hearing these words. “Doomsday has the sky barrier, Zechariah as the patron saint, and the invincible Tiger and Wolf Armies. If the military intelligence division even dares to provoke Doomsday, that’s just them attempting the impossible and digging their own graves.”

"Torres asked me to find you immediately. Something's come through on the monitoring system. One of the six territories on the successor list." "Which one," I asked. "The one closest to us," he said. "Territory two states east. Activation markers just spiked overnight, months ahead of the projected timeline." Nora's hand found mine, steady despite the sudden tension running through both of us. "Eighteen months was never a promise," she said quietly. "Just an estimate." I nodded slowly, feeling the familiar weight of what came next settle back over my shoulders, and looked down at her, drawing strength from the same fierce, steady resolve that had carried us both through everything this exhau

ALICE'S POV I stared at the system screen. [EMERGENCY INFORMATION UPDATE.] [ABNORMAL MUTATION ACTIVITY DETECTED.] [ORIGINAL TIMELINE: FIRST MUTATION EVENT EXPECTED IN 26 DAYS.] [CURRENT TIMELINE: FIRST MUTATION EVENT DETECTED.] [WARNING: TIMELINE DEVIATION CONFIRMED.] My blood ran cold. Twenty-six days early? I gasped. Oh no. This couldn't be happening. The first signs of the apocalypse weren't supposed to appear until much later. I remembered the first reports of strange attacks, the hospitals filling up with infected people, and the government trying to convince everyone that it was just a dangerous new virus.

I checked again and again but there was no mistake… the number that had texted me, was the same number I was calling and now the number seems to be nonexistent. I lowered my phone and stared at the screen. That was impossible. Someone had sent me a message from that number less than five minutes ago. I tried once more, hoping the previous calls had been some kind of error. Nothing changed. “The apocalypse isn’t waiting for anyone.” I read the message again. Who knew about the apocalypse? Was it possible that someone else had returned to the past, just as I had? Someone who remembered the disasters and everything that followed? Or had I made an enemy without realizing it?

I looked at the grey concrete wall across from me, and at the shelves and the water tanks and the door that would lock for a year. "Please don't hang up," I said. "Just let me say one thing." "You have thirty seconds." "Marisol's in the room. I want her to hear it too." A long pause. Then, very quietly: "I'm here." I took a breath. "Tomorrow," I said, "while I'm supposed to be standing at that altar, the sky is going to turn red. Fire is going to start falling. People are going to run. The power will die, then the water, then the phones, then everything. It's going to be the end of the world. And you will not have a lot of time."

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

The Star-Metal Crown rested on a velvet cushion beside me, but the silver mark on my collarbone burned with a fierce, steady light that needed no metal to prove its authority. Dominic leaned over the map, his massive hands planted flat on the obsidian table, his dark linen shirt unbuttoned to his waist. His stormy silver eyes tracked the sweeping, ice-locked passes that led past our forward border posts. "The old maps called it the Dead Zone," Dominic growled, his deep baritone vibrating through the room. "The High Council told the provinces for three hundred years that nothing survived past the Northern Wall except feral beasts and rogue Omegas."