My Doomsday Territory Novels & Stories

“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 “Our maps may be out of date, but we aren’t attacking yet.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.”

"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."

It ran away already. "How dare you say that to me?! It's fucking my territory!" Dominic let out another growl as his eyes turned completely black, ready to kill a few. He wanted to even kill Derrick but as the leader of the territory, he won't be able to do that without discussing it with the counsellors. Because it could throw him out of his throne. Not that he was afraid of anyone. But it was still so fucking frustrating! "It might be but I will leave as soon as I get my job done here." Derrick announced while gritting his teeth to contain his anger.

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