Under The Dome Dawn Novels & Stories

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

The dome is approximately 60 feet high and spans about 100 feet in diameter. Upon entering the dome building, the travelers find themselves in an expansive reception area. The flat ceiling of the chamber features a large moonhole, allowing a soft, gentle light to permeate the space, illuminating the entrance chamber and providing enough illumination for the doors leading to various chambers around the reception area. The warm glow creates an inviting and serene ambiance, welcoming the weary travelers to the healing cove and offering a glimpse of the tranquil beauty that lies within Tritania's embrace.

The penthouse looked clinical, cold, and empty compared to the warm, small living room in the suburbs. I walked straight to the sofa and dropped my bag. My body felt heavy, my legs sore from the three-hour drive. Dominic did not look at the cameras. He walked to the kitchen island, picked up his tablet, and began typing. His dark hair was still damp from the rain, his shoulders tense under his gray training jacket. A sharp chime sliced through the room. The wall screen by the entrance flared to life, showing a red, high-priority notification from the Titans’ general office.

I don't want to attempt but perhaps, If I could get a hold of that watch then maybe I could discover other floors apart from the area where the artificial floor is. If I could remember it right the dome is one hundred fifty deep below sea level. If this is the case then that size can't just contain only the main floor where I'm staying and this floor that has the artificial garden. And if my hunches are right, I might also be able to use his watch to escape.

Jazmine raised her hand as she tried to reach the blade. Mira's eyes widened for a moment before shouting, "Jazmine, don't touch the blade!" Sensing the panic in Mira's mind, the Alpha's heirs turned their attention from their enemy to the dome standing before their mother. Tanto ran to the dome, clawing his claws on it. The dome began to crack under his claws, but it recovered back again. Mathias and Ryker joined their younger brother to claw the dome with all their might. Cohen and the rest of his people defended outside the dome, protecting his sons. Liam joined his Alpha to defend.

I muttered. “You haven't even had breakfast? Maybe not dinner actually. Where were you really?” Julia spoke up, brows furrowed. “Nowhere. I just overslept, that's all.” I said, hoping they'd look away from me. “Karaoke night isn't nowhere, Grace.” Lana said. She was holding up her phone with a picture displayed on the screen. Immediately, everyone, including Grey, rushed to her phone to get a better view. Before I got there, they'd already seen it.

I took the ointment, glancing at it to make sure it wasn't some skin poison or acid in a tube. --- DOMINIC I watched Rhea's car pull out of my driveway, disappearing down the dark road outside the villa. I raised the cup of coffee to my lips, taking a sip from it. I grabbed my phone, dialing my assistant's number. He picked up on the first ring. “Make the preparations. We're leaving in the next two days,” I said. His reply was a stiff, “Yes, sir.” I set the phone on the table. I walked back to our room, lightly tapping my knuckles against the door before walking in.

The small proximity bomb on the roof went off, throwing dark wooden shingles and grey smoke into the blue sky, but the main frame of the house stayed standing. Dominic kicked his driver's door open, stepping out onto the dirt lane. He reached back inside, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out beside him into the warm morning sun. Down in the ditch, the black pickup truck lay upside down, its wheels spinning uselessly in the air, its engine dead. Dominic reached into my coat pocket, pulled out the silver USB drive, and looked at it in his palm. "No more games," Dominic growled, his dark eyes fixing on the quiet ocean horizon. "We call Harris right now. And this time, we watch them burn the whole

"My Luna Dowa…" "But be careful. No matter how stubborn and unyielding he may be, he is still our son and we won't let you ruin my son's life and reputation. Remember, Jordan Reynolds was a self-made Alpha and he is six feet beneath the ground now. You are just a measly Beta, don't let over-ambition ruin your young life." Luna Rosette advised and glanced at her briefly with a crooked frown on her face before walking into the pathway leading to their Chamber. Katherine was paralyzed with fear and didn't even realize it when she slumped to the ground.

And those orders echoed like thunder. --- That Night – Beneath the City The vault room was cold. Silent. Three stories underground, hidden beneath one of Dominic’s oldest clubs. Only three people alive knew it existed. He sat at the head of a black marble table, fingers steepled, drink untouched. Before him: a wall of glowing screens — street cams, security footage, satellite links. His empire, pulsing in real time. “Play the footage from Tuesday,” he said, voice like glass over steel. “Docks. 4:20 a.m.”