My Doomsday Territory Novels & Stories

If we would rate all of them, the leading territory would be the North that is ruled by the Gonzales, followed by South, and then East, and lastly, West. At first, Mera Clan was at the bottom, but because of the bloodshed that happened between the clans for territories, they acquired one of Suarez’s territories, that maybe became one of the reasons for Victoria’s accident. In order to make the territory stronger, you’d need to invade some part of territories above yours until you progressively put them below. The only rule in their crazy territorial game is that the ones above can’t invade the lower ones. For instance, North is prohibited to invade South because it’s lower than them. So, all

Ashton glanced at his dad before sipping his drink once more. "When the saying about 'It's difficult to destroy a territory', they thought it also applied to the likes of them", Ashton snorted. "That saying can be said to be directed amongst the top four territories and also amongst the other territories against each other. But if it's the top four against other territories, it's more like a child's play and a bully than like a fight," Arthur added with a smirk.

Our world is divided into nine territories. Mortal Grounds, Half-blood Enclave, Hybrid Domain, Full-Blood District, Lycan Colony, Enchanted Region, Nosferatu Dominion, Tribrid Division, and lastly, Open Land. Two hundred years ago, The Royals signed a peace treaty and placed everyone in a designated territory. Mortal Grounds is where the humans safely reside, and supernatural beings are not allowed to cross their borders. Half-Blood Enclave is where humans are mated to werewolves, and they procreate, but the humans choose to remain mortal. Their mate is the only one with the ability to change them; that is what makes them fated to one another. Hybrid Domain is for half werewolf, half vampire

"My pack will recognize you." "Mine too," Alpha Chen added. "And mine," Ethan confirmed. "That's three packs," Yuki said. "In a world of hundreds. Most territories won't recognize you. Won't let you cross their lands. Won't trade with you. You'll be isolated. Contained to whatever territory you can claim and hold." "What territory?" Dominic asked. "Every piece of land is already claimed by established packs." "Not every piece," Marcus said thoughtfully. "There's the Dead Lands. The territory between Silvercrest and Nightfang that's been disputed for fifty years. It's neutral ground because neither pack wants it. Too dangerous. Too unstable."

I reached into my purse, pretending to search for something at the bottom, but what I actually did was reach into my spatial dimension and pull out my old phone. I was going to build an absolute fortress, so that when the apocalypse finally came I’d be completely safe, far removed from the horror and chaos. Two billion, however massive it sounded on paper, wasn’t remotely enough for what I had planned. But for today, and the chaotic days ahead, I’d focus entirely on hoarding as much as possible. By the time Lucien Laurent discovered that Kierra Adams didn’t actually exist, I’d have already erased that name completely from the face of the earth.

“That explains why you are here; you only come when you need help.” "Please, Lena, this is serious. The pack territories have been sold out to make more money, and the Blood Moon pack has the largest territory, even the one closer to our pack.” “So what do you want, mother? that I go talk to Damien to give you his territory?” “Please, Lena, the pack is already at its lowest.” “Damien worked for everything he owns, and it is time you and father did the same; otherwise, no amount of help would be able to save you,” I said as I rose to my feet. “I would take my leave now.”

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."

“Commander, there is an emergency. We have a total blackout in the Defense Territory. We need help immediately.” I straightened. “What?” “The entire territory has gone dark. The main grid is down, the emergency systems are offline, the surveillance towers aren’t responding, and we have lost communication with the command center.” My face hardened. “Backup power?” “Not responding.” “What about the manual systems?” “Also offline.” “How long?” “Almost ten minutes.” I looked around the Sky Gardens. “How many people are inside?” “We don’t have an exact number yet, Commander, but there are thousands of civilians and military personnel in the territory.”

"Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home." 150 thousand dollars? The number blared in my head like an alarm. I turned toward the phone on the nightstand on autopilot. October 30th, 2064. 8:17 am. My stomach dropped. The date, the time, Leo's words, even the look on his face, were exactly the same as that day burned into my memory. October 30th, 2064, was the day before the zombie outbreak. It was also the day Leo used "remodeling our future home" as an excuse to bleed my savings dry.

Serena ate silently while they all talked about their day and other pack things. “It’s your birthday in a week, darling.” Her father pointed out, she looked up to see her father looking at her, expecting something. Now what was that something was beyond her, so she nodded her head in accord as if she knew what was happening and as if she hadn’t been zoning out throughout. All three of them laughed at her as her brother, Damon ruffled her hair. “You didn’t listen to even a word, did you? Well, on your birthday, the Nagoka pack is coming here. We are trying to get a treaty with them. It is going to be a hectic day, I wanted to let you know since it’s as you know, your day. Tell us what you wan