Under The Dome Book Novels & Stories

The experiment was abolished as it was forbidden to mention or speak about the King’s Star, the children who managed to survive it was called the possessed and left to roam around the woods under the guidance and protection of the praetor wolves. “Anika? Where on earth did you hear that from? You can’t go around saying things that you do not know or understand and claim to know who has the King’s Star” Sofia started to say as she pulled her daughter into the study out of earshot and Jonathan followed behind, shutting the door silently after dismissing the servant in the room.

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

Hana carefully watched it, tore the letter, and took the gilded paper inside. It was a challenge and threat from the Black Dome capital. Hana looked at the signature name beneath the letter in confusion. Since when did they know she would be participating in The Heros contest? Hana could only think of Namio Rankle, the-for-tat old fox who never succumbed to anyone. Hana finished reading the letter and contemplated it. What's the point of Black Dome, after all? Thinking of Claura, Hana became even more disturbed; if she confronted Black Dome, her relationship with Claura would end. It's something Hana doesn't want, but if she forces Hana to give up The Heros, she can't. "They're just scared,"

“Save it. We have a meeting to attend. Rhett will come. He will see what true power looks like.” *** The place was called La Corte. A massive underground hall carved of stone, its ceiling lined with chandeliers. Long tables stretched in a circle, and at each sat different men with different aura. As Dominic strode in, they rose to greet him. Others stayed seated, their gazes cold, their loyalty questionable. I followed silently. Dominic took his high-backed chair at the center, Alfredo beside him, Mercedes at his other side. I stayed behind with clenched fists.

But Dominic was there. Leaning against the headboard like he owned not just the bed but the very air around it. Shirtless, all lean muscle and dangerous shadows, his legs crossed beneath the duvet like he was settling in for the long haul. He was reading a book—some thick tome about international finance—like this was the most natural thing in the world. I stopped dead in my tracks. "What the hell are you doing?" He didn't look up from his book, but I caught the slight curve of his lips. "Reading."

I muttered. Gabriel huffed beside me. “I’ve had worse.” “That explains a lot about your standards.” He bumped my shoulder lightly. “You’re here, aren’t you?” I snorted, but the sound came out thin. The stairwell opened into the dome. Candles burned in neat circles on the floor, their flames steady despite the draft. Chalk runes spiraled out from the center, drawn with care. Too careful. This wasn’t done in haste, this was planned.

I managed to say. Bukky scratched his hair with his index finger, slightly. “Sure, we move at 8, together with Señor Cruz, Diego, Milo, and Matteo.” I nodded. Acknowledged. I took a deep breath. The Dome was counting on me. Antonioni had trusted me with everything he had built. I would not fail him. Not now. Not ever. I sat back in my chair, letting my fingers hover over the keyboard. My mind raced. Even with Bukky’s reassurances, I knew the Dome’s lifeblood was fragile right now. Payrolls. Supply chains. Staff welfare. Everything depended on timing, discretion, and trust.

was being washed away by the "Indigo-Flow." As Chapter 154 closes, Avery and Dominic walk out of the Exchange and onto the steps of Federal Hall. The "Violet-Spring" is in full bloom. The "30-Day-Debt" is a legend. The "Substitute-Bride" is the "Queen of the New-Era." "Is the 'World-Audit' finished, Dominic?" Avery asked, looking up at the sky where the first "Natural-Sunlight" was breaking through the violet-haze.

The corridor led them into a massive underground dome. It was breathtaking. And terrifying. "We are in the middle of the Sahara," Luke whispered, lowering his rifle. "How is there a jungle down here?" The dome was filled with lush, thick vegetation. But it wasn't normal. The leaves were a sickly shade of purple. The vines pulsed as if blood was pumping through them. Giant flowers the size of car tires opened and closed, revealing jagged teeth. The air was hot and humid, smelling of sulfur and sweet rot.