Novel & Cerita Under The Dome

But Harvey has to tell me something. The chaperone helped us carry the boxes and luggage inside the building. Stairs after stairs, and we finally reached our apartment door. Under the peephole was a name etched on a wooden frame. Crescent I, it read. That was the name of our pack, followed by a Roman numeral.

I turned around and cupped my hands in the air. I built another dome that was just the right size for us, and we were both inside. The moonlight was blocked because we were surrounded by it, and it will also disappear as dawn breaks. I immediately applauded, and the roots in the dome began to light up. This will be his resting place before I bury him. I took a step forward and touched the dome. I stepped out as it opened. I turned to face my glowing dome. The massive veins immediately opened and emerged from beneath at my signal. It engulfed the round dome before being swallowed up by the earth.

“I’m a little disappointed that the cathedral’s baptistry is closed for renovations,” Caitlyn muttered as she and Duke waited for their reserved time for climbing the dome. He glanced down at her, amused and a little annoyed to find her rapidly skimming the Opera Di Santa Maria Del Fiore’s brief blurb about the cathedral’s dome, the Duomo, and its history on his phone. He liked having her undivided attention. Liked how her toffee-colored eyes focused, sparkling and flashing her interest.

Luna Rose explained. "Really?!" That was very unusual to him. He volunteered to defend me or the pack, which one was right, I didn't care at all. Inside the dome was quiet compared to what was happening outside. I could remember my father once telling us that this dome was indeed made for emergency cases like this. No wonder every time there were rogue or hunter attacks when I was younger, there were no casualties reported. I wondered if the kingdom had this, too. It was safe... Not until...

Outsiders cannot get there, it is covered with a special dome that protects from bursts of darkness. - Wow. And what does it mean - outsiders do not get there? Do you train darkness control there? Questions poured out of me. Aiden smiled condescendingly, he obviously liked my interest in the dark ones. — Only the bearer of darkness can enter under the dome. And yes, we train our control there and practice group techniques. Don't worry, the dome keeps all the magic inside securely,” he replied. We have already reached the park, it was very quiet and deserted.

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 city skyline loomed in the distance, glittering like a thousand lies dressed up as promises. Dominic pulled the car into the underground parking garage beneath one of his private properties — a building I hadn’t even known he owned. It was sleek, discreet, the kind of place you used when you didn’t want anyone to know you were hiding something—or someone. We climbed out, moving fast. Dominic kept the duffel bag tight to his side, glancing over his shoulder like he expected the League to crash through the concrete walls at any second.

“If you have to ask that after last night, I’d be happy to demonstrate again.” With a frown, she lands a mock punch on my shoulder. “I meant Doms in general. Does the sub having clothes put them on too level a playing field?” “Not exactly. It’s that subs are often feeling their most vulnerable and open when they’re naked. It’s a natural state, but for most of our lives, we’re told that it’s not. The Dom’s job, in part, is to strip off the artifice to get to the real person underneath. So in that way, clothes are symbolic. And subs are less likely to put on a front with nothing to hide behind.”

Oh God. What the hell did I just agree to?

"Tonight is the Alpha's hunting day. You, of all people, know the rules. What's the meaning of this?" Damian, an imposing figure with silvery-black fur, regarded Dad with an intensity that hinted at hidden motives. "Axel, my friend, my Alpha," Damian responded, feigning nonchalance. "I'm merely ensuring your safety. As your Alpha, I have to watch over you." Dad laughed, a sound that rang through the clearing like a challenge. "You find humour in strange places, Damian. What harm could befall me here? We are within the boundaries of our pack territory."