Orb Of Dominance Novels & Stories

“My client would like to review the contract and reassess the situation. She needs more information.” “I’ll give permission to read the fine print. Do it now.” He handed me the tablet; the contract was already up. I began rereading a document that I’d read several times before signing. At the top were two definitions. Dominant: ruling, governing, or controlling; having or exerting authority of influence: dominant in the chain of command. Also, occupying or being in a commanding or elevated position. Submissive: inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient. Synonyms are tractable, compliant, pliant, amenable, passive, resigned, patient, docile, tame, subdued.

Part Three: The Quiet Shield Lorren cleared his throat. “You’re missing a third element. Dominion isn’t relying only on drones. They’ll be listening for decision structures. Sound patterns. Hierarchy. Tone.” Leah frowned. “Meaning?” “They’re mapping leadership. If they identify command nodes — you, Ethan, Jun, Mira — they’ll target you.” Jun stiffened. “Let them try.” “No,” Ethan said calmly. “We don’t escalate.” He turned to the council. “We decentralize.”

Shortly after, Logan glared at Domitor, emitting beams of clairvoyance from his eyes at him. Domitor scoffed. The Orbis Cult was renowned for mastering psychokinesis, and Domitor's psychokinetic prowess was no weaker than that of Earthly Celestials. Typically, others refrained from challenging the Orbis Cult in a contest of psychokinetic power. However, when their forces clashed, Domitor shook violently. Blood trickled from the orifices of his face as he felt his psychokinetic energy collide with a massive obstacle. His attack scattered immediately, and his head started bleeding.

"You make it seem like Omegas are not qualified to have mates." He sneered, followed by a bark of laughter, as if he was enjoying my suffering and unhappiness. I liked him a little less now. "Of course, they are. But they must have mates among themselves. I will never mark an Omega." "You should know better," Morgana said, poking his chest with her manicured finger. "We talk about inclusivity and tolerance. Yet, someone as young as you has the mindset of an ancient Neanderthal who believes that Omegas are cursed."

Her ears flattened against her head, her fiery red tail tucking slightly as the ancient instincts of the Omega warred with the consuming pull of the mark. Dominic didn't rush her. He lowered his massive head, his jaw parted slightly as a low, continuous purr vibrated through his massive black chest. Slowly, with heavy, silent paw-steps that carried the weight of a true executioner, he began to circle her. He moved in a slow, calculated perimeter around her smaller silver form, his glowing amber eyes never breaking contact with her bright jade ones, trapping her within the dark, inescapable orbit of his absolute dominance.

His nostrils flared violently, his dominant scent of cedarwood and dark chocolate expanding to saturate the small space completely, desperate to erase the terrifying smell of ozone and burnt stone filtering down through the emergency vents. "You are safe," Dominic growled, his deep voice thick with a feral, possessive madness as his large hands framed her face, his fingers tangling into her dark hair. "The child is safe. The humans have destroyed their own pieces on the board. Now, they belong to me."

“A-are you okay? Did you get hurt?” “No. Just a little forehead scratch. But the pedestrian, the girl, an omega . . . I have to go now. I promise to be back as soon as I can.” She knows that her friend is in deep trouble. Because in their world, the percentage of the female and male omega is beyond inferior to the number of alphas. In short, omegas like her are very important for Parallelian's propagation. So hurting an Omega is a serious crime, not unless the perpetrator belongs to the royal family. The royal dominant alphas.

I see the conflict in his eyes. “That is noble and more of a reason we need you on the throne.” Joshua says. “If I tell you enough, will you stop trying to get me to take over? Augustus is king and I am just his Omega cousin. I can’t change the world as much as I want to, Augustus is just too powerful.” “That is a lousy attitude,” I say. “Never doubt that a small group of dedicated individuals can change the world. Do you know why?”

A frown marred her kind face. My new friend may have found it hard to picture a time when humans were dominant, but my imagination ran wild at the thought. If humans were on top, then I wouldn't be sitting here constantly trying to figure out how to survive the situation I found myself in. If humans ruled then I could make my own choices and decide my own fate. I longed for that sense of freedom. "No point dreaming about the impossible," I mumbled. "Very true, instead let's focus on the fun topic of werewolf shifting. The magic of how we shift from human to wolf and back again." Lucy was warming up to her topic. "I mean I'm not really sure I'd call it magic, but it's still pretty cool."

Aria gave a faint, tired look. “That is normal,” she said. A pause. “For this system.” Silence followed. Because that was the truth they were now living with. The system no longer mirrored intention equally. It was beginning to shape likelihood. Liam crossed his arms. “So what happens when one interpretation becomes dominant?” Aria didn’t answer immediately. Because she was watching it happen in real time. The dominant cluster was now influencing adjacent groups, not through instruction, but through reduced friction. People gravitated toward it because it required less cognitive effort to align with it than to maintain divergence.