Under The Dome Novels & Stories

With most of its exterior made of glass, this gray building outshone the surrounding structures. This was her tenth interview since her graduation a few months ago. Each of those companies wanted her to work for them, not because she was first in her class at Harvard or had six letters of recommendation, but solely due to her last name: Hilton. Dominique Hilton, her father, owned a multinational company in Washington D.C and was easily one of the most successful businessmen in the US. Every company desired her because having Dominique Hilton's daughter working for them was an achievement on its own. However, using her father's name to excel was not how she wanted to start her professional li

Ostyn guided us into our places. “Kamari, this circle will contain you, ensuring all that transpires will not explode into us. I want to ensure you know this so you do not worry about our safety and focus solely on controlling whatever comes out of you.” Ms. Ostyn’s face was pained as she looked at her daughter. She held a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes; she was nervous for Kamari. She stood tall as she recited what our role was to be. Once she began the chants, we held hands and repeated the words Ut Supra Ut Infra in the form of a chant.

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

“Fine. It’s obvious I despise you and I’m not subscribing to this whole new family thing, so stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. No talking except absolutely necessary. No bonding.” He tilted his head and smirked. “Alright. Deal. Just stay out of my room next time.” He winked. I slammed the door hard enough to shake the wall. I wasn’t sure what scared me more—that I had to live under the same roof as him… or that this whole disaster was just getting started.

Dominique stared at the screen. BEFORE DOMICA still blinked at her like an accusation—or a prophecy. Her breath slowed. Her fingers tightened over the mouse. But she didn’t open the folder again. Not yet. Instead, she launched her secure virtual machine, loaded with darknet tools and privacy partitions—Domica’s real kingdom, hidden beneath silk and code. She whispered the launch password like a prayer. The virtual network came to life, flooded with old maps of digital tunnels, chat transcripts, server trails.

"I want twenty men on the lawn. I want anti-drone jamming equipment installed on the roof within the hour. If a bird flies over this house, I want it shot out of the sky." "Dominik," I say softly, stepping toward him. He spins on me. "Pack a bag." I freeze. "What?" "The bunker," he says. "The deep bunker in the Catskills. It’s underground. It has independent air filtration. No windows. We’re leaving tonight." "No," I say. The room goes silent. The guards look away, terrified to witness this argument. Dominik stares at me. "Excuse me?" "I’m not going to a hole in the ground," I say, keeping my voice steady despite the trembling in my knees. "I am not going to live in a concrete box for the ne

“We need you at the clearing. Now.” My heart thumps unevenly, curiosity and trepidation twisting together. I follow him, silent, the early summer air crisp and alive against my skin. The clearing is already set up for the small, emergency ceremony—a circle of standing pack members, Asher at its center, his expression unreadable but intense. My mother stands slightly off to the side, her eyes quiet but proud.

"He believes in this. In you. In whatever they think you're supposed to become. Scarlett's stomach twisted. "That doesn't make it better," she said. "No," Julian agreed. "It makes it worse." Meanwhile Dominic stood in a dark underground level beneath the main campus. A place even most of the elite didn't know existed. But he did. Because this… This was where the real power lived. A keypad glowed faintly beside a reinforced door. Dominic entered a code. The door unlocked with a quiet click. Inside Screens. Systems. Data.

I asked as I looked around, "Are we supposed to be at the hospital?" "This is the Healer's Dome; all the victims have been brought here for treatment; it can also be called a hospital, however you wish to call it," Andrea explained. "Ohhhhh," we remained in the car for a while, "can we go down now?" I asked. I needed to see the victims, and I was also eager to see inside. "Are you ready?" Andrea asked, and I nodded my head. We both exited the car at the same time, and we walked into the entrance of the dome. Its exterior was amazing; the dome was built with gold, and huge pillars stood erect at the entrance.

Various luxury cars filled the parking lot of Dome Restaurant. Dome Restaurant was a symbolic five-star restaurant in Coast City. Its renovation and decor were quite similar to Homer’s Feast of Khanh City. The building had four levels with the top floor being an open-air banquet hall. Just like Castle in the Sky of Homer’s Feast, this banquet hall was never open for service unless there was a significant event going on. Today, the open-air banquet hall was open to the public as the southernmost elite Quintus family’s young master, Yulian Quintus, had invited twenty-two prominent figures from Riverdale Province to dine with him.