My Doomsday Territory Novels & Stories

I decide to leave the kitchen behind and call a pizza place nearby. I put a series on N*****x to watch, while I wait for the pizza place to arrive. Forty minutes go by and I hear my stomach growling. I can't wait any longer, and, already impatient, I think about going downstairs to see if the delivery man has arrived yet, but I give up, because this idea is a bit clueless. I imagine that because of the time that has passed, he is close to arriving - at least I hope so. I go to my room, put on a jacket, long enough to cover my pajamas and not show that I am without a bra. Already ready, I wait for the doorman to call on the intercom.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

"I want you to tell your dogs.." Dorian's eyes hardened at the way he addressed his warriors as dogs. "That they've strayed too far out and if they don't retreat off my territory,I won't be as lenient as I am now" His expression was devoid of any Charming smile as always "If I remember, you're in MY territory" Dorian replied and yes,he was right. This was his territory. "Then I should say your memory is quite faint cause last i remembered we had an agreement did we not"

When he had asked the guard who gave him the order to keep an eye on him, the demon had told him that it was an order issued by his Queen. Darach got the idea that this was a 'Marked Territory' and his King status won't aid him here. He was not in a position to fight. These people reside here with his mate, they might be her friends and starting a fight with them won't end in his benefit. He can sense a large number of Lycans on this land but he had not even seen a single one which had him thinking that the snow might have effected his senses or this land hides more secrets than the snow.

There was the sound of the metal gate slamming shut in the distance, followed by the loud, delighted roars from the zombies and the despairing screams from Valerio. Papa came up to me and patted me on the shoulders. "Being too soft-hearted will ruin you during the apocalypse." I nodded and looked ahead. The live comments popped up again for the last time. "You're such a lucky young woman. You're going to live happily ever after with your Famiglia after this!"

“This dried up thirteen years ago.” The Council member closest to Lucas sighs. “Our maps may be out of date, but we aren’t attacking yet. These will give us a basis of understanding that we can build upon for the attack.” The Elder huffs and rolls his eyes like a petulant child—very unbecoming for someone who looks to be at least in their fifties or sixties. “Look here,” Lucas says, grabbing everyone’s attention again. “This area—where the Domain is currently set up—is now a neutral territory.”

The world is made up of multiple Territories, each governed by their own politics and cultures. Oliver has never taken me travelling, but I haven't minded staying in Territory One. That is, until now, as I stand amidst a looming rainforest, the foliage thick and lush as it surrounded me, overwhelming my senses with it's fresh scent. "Woah, where are we?" I marvel, turning in a circle. "Territory Ten." I blink, a faint mist in the air that brushes against my cheeks. "We are out of the Territory?" "Yes. Demon's don't often find themselves in Territory One, as it's too densely populated. I imagine they came here as a means of keeping themselves hidden," Kastriv muses, pulling a branch away from

“The boys will still fight for about ten minutes, let's say. They can warm up the crowd. Stakes are up, cause this is what I really want. Us. You. Me. Two or four legs. When I win, your pack either disbands or moves a minimum of five hundred miles away. You win and you can have … our northwest corner,” Doze says, as if it’s not a big deal. A big damn deal to put a fourth of our territory on the line. There are many businesses there, more importantly a factory that I’m sure Gabriel would love nothing more than to get his greedy fucking hands on. Lucrative and above board business for his people. I gape at Doze, wondering how the hell he can make a decision like that without involving everyone

“You’re not like others from my Territory. As you know, you bleed purple, which is a trait of my people, or Territory Two. It’s unusual...or should I say, heavily frowned upon to move territories. In some places, if you’re found to bleed another colour, you’re imprisoned. I gape. “How many Territories are there?” “Six in total. None that you need to make yourself familiar with, as you bleed purple, therefore you belong to Two,” he tells me assuredly, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. It’s a hint of patriotism for the land he rules over. It only heightens my curiosity about this place. It sounds so magical, a place born out of dreams. “That doesn’t answer my question. What do you wan