My Doomsday Territory Novels & Stories

Audrey forced her anger down, speaking fast, as if time was working against us. "The base is under siege, Quinton! A full-blown horde! The safe door won't hold much longer! Get the outer high-voltage grid online now!" Everyone's heart jumped into their throat. "Mom, what are you talking about? The power's locked in for the hilltop lights. Not a second can go out. If I divert it to the grid, what happens to Maddie's birthday setup?"

“What I should’ve done years ago. Build something that’s mine — truly mine.” --- Later that afternoon, Doom meets me at the southern ridge of his territory. The air is colder here, sharper. The wind howls through the valley, and the forest below glitters with frost. It’s beautiful — in a lonely, forgotten way. “This is it,” Doom says, standing beside me. “Five hundred acres. No settlements, no borders, no debts. A blank start.” The land stretches endlessly below us — wild, untouched. My heart beats faster. I can almost see it — walls, homes, training grounds, laughter. A new world built from nothing but will.

In a world where strength meant everything, James could not help but speak respectfully toward the woman before him. The woman lightly waved her hand and said, “The situation in the Greater Realms seems pretty stable now, but it isn’t. The Dooms are a ticking time bomb. They’ll launch an attack on the humans anytime soon.” James sat down again. The woman mentioned the Dooms and humans, so James knew she must have something important to tell him.

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

One territory at a time. Until omega autonomy isn't controversial demand but accepted reality.

he said coldly, turning to the tactical display hovering above the dais. Riven Kaelthorne’s position glowed steady and unmovable. “He’s invoking Alpha territorial rights,” Elder Renna said slowly. Virel snarled. “That’s archaic. We abolished…” “We limited them,” Renna corrected. “We never removed them.” The High Councilor’s eyes narrowed. “Because no one has dared use them in decades.” “Because no one could,” Elder Myles said quietly. “Not without backing it up.” The room fell into uneasy stillness. Territorial claim wasn’t symbolic, It was binding.

"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.