Under Dome Season 4 Novels & Stories

The city slid past the windows — rain-wet, wounded, full of competing hungers. His phone buzzed. He checked it, typed four words, put it away. “What happens tonight?” she asked. Dom looked at the city, then at her. His hand found her knee — claiming, absent, the way other men drummed their fingers. “Tonight,” he said, “the Widow learns that her accountant made a mistake. And while she’s deciding what to do about that — ” his thumb traced a slow circle against her knee, “ — we’ll already be somewhere she isn’t looking.”

Dyelon pulled away from his family looking at the door as more of Dom's men came out. “I don't know, there was so much smoke we could barely see.” Dilara said, nervously looking everywhere, but Dyelon. “Dom, what is going on down there, are my men helping others out through the tunnels?” Dyelon asked, walking up to Dom. “I don't know, as soon as the tunnel door was cleared I got your mate and daughter out of there.” Dom, said gesturing to his daughter and granddaughter. Dyelon looked at the smoking door leading to the clinic, a pup and a little girl came barreling out of the door. “CHARMS! RAZOR!” Dyelon heard, from behind him. A few seconds later he was almost knocked over by the women, wh

"Good. I'm sure you've all been briefed about the showdown's rules by now, so we're going to head into the waiting room. You'll be entering a venue resembling an actual battlefield the moment the clock strikes eight, and it's inevitable some of you will get injured during the showdown. However, I want you all to remember to never strike to kill or maim your opponents. Anyone who does this will be instantly qualified, and we will retain the right to take further actions against that candidate. Is that understood?" "Yes, ma'am!" "Good. Follow me." Mya walked into the waiting room, with the candidates following close behind. There were six entrances into The Dome, located in six varying directi

The live caption on the bottom of the screen read: SCOTT MAREN DEMANDS IMMEDIATE CANCELLATION OF TONIGHT'S GAME CLAIMS PROOF OF OMEGA CONSPIRACY INSIDE TITANS FRANCHISE Dominic stared at the screen behind me, his jaw tightening into a sharp, threatening shape. "He's at the ice rink," Dominic observed, his voice calm but full of danger. I held the gold locket tightly in my hand, the cold metal pressing into my skin. "Let him speak," I replied, getting up from the couch. "The bus is ready."

MULTIPLE HOSTILE ENGAGEMENTS IN SECTOR FOUR. Julian and The Consortium had officially breached the outer line. Dominic’s jaw tightened into a hard, rigid line, his amber eyes instantly snapping toward the ceiling intercom. The protective, feral rage that had consumed him in the extraction basement returned tenfold. He released her jaw, his hand dropping down to slide beneath her cashmere sweater, his rough palm gripping her waist with a bruising, desperate force that pulled her plus-size curves flush against his rigid frame. "The conversation isn't over, Vivian," Dominic growled against her lips, his ragged breath hot and tight against her skin. "But right now, you are going to do exactly wh

Niko, glued to the console with my feed and the building schematics open, didn’t move. “Get it,” he said without looking up. Dante punched the intercom. “State your name and stupid reason for breathing my air,” he said. “Sebastian Cole,” the speaker crackled. “I need to talk to Clara.” “She’s busy,” Dante said. “Try again never.” Bash’s exhale came through as a thin rush of static. “It’s important,” he said. “About Dominion.” That got their attention. Jax hit the door release. A moment later, Bash stepped into the loft, bringing a gust of expensive cologne and the faint whiff of panic.

Hands. **<< Terminal, >>** Winters confirmed, scanning the body. **<< Recent. Minutes. >>** Dominic had silenced the last loose end who knew his secrets, who could potentially replicate his transformation. Thorne’s usefulness had ended the moment the Hive was breached. A trail of fresh blood, dark against the grimy floor, led away from Thorne’s body, towards a heavy blast door marked **SUB-TERRANEAN ACCESS - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY**. The door was slightly ajar, hydraulic systems blown by the steam blast or Winters’s earlier charges. Winters approached cautiously, scanning beyond.

And why was she looking for me now? I curled my arms protectively around my stomach, whispering to my unborn child. “Everything will be okay,” I murmured. Even if I didn’t believe it myself. But as much as I was lost in my emotions, I couldn’t ignore the tension in Dominic. He had been on edge since he got that call. And now, he was gone—to meet the Big Four. Something was coming. Something dangerous. Dominic’s POV The air in the private club was thick with tension.

I said. "Fine." He said. Do Daniel walked over and grabbed Dominic by the arm and dragged him towards the dungeon that was underneath the packhouse. Kane walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. This night was turning out to be a really good night, I didn't plan on letting our shower fun stop in the shower. But now Dominic has pretty much ruined that for me. I know that I didn't show any emotions while I was talking to him, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't feel anything.

The shockwave hits the dome. It holds. Barely. Alistair collapses. “Done. It’s done. They won’t fire again. Not without confirmation.” I look at the jets. They bank. East. Retreating. For now. I let go. The vine dome unravels. Falls. Turns to gold dust. Rains on Duskbane. Silence. Then sound. All of it. Wolves howling. Kids crying. Thorns shouting. And the pack. They don’t cheer.