Under The Dome Novels & Stories

signed the Arbiter’s Court, the notice flickered in every phone, hologram, billboard and street sign. Giving nearly every denizen of the Dome that they were fully given notice by the city’s true rulers. “You know what Sol, I swear they do that shit just to remind us all they’re in power.” Leyland grumbles, easily cutting through traffic with his Impala’s superior handling. “They can do whatever they want really, as long as they keep the Dome’s running and the power flowing” “Or just stay the hell away from us” They drove up the elevated highways, situated just at the edge of the Dome’s structures. From there you could see the world outside of their little bubble of carbon and steel.

Team Ra’ventrii descended down below the dome via special tubular highways that connected the city’s Upper Dome to its Lower Dome. The truth was, every single dome on the planet was actually only half visible. Half of it floated above the surface, while the other half was constantly submerged. This was necessary for its own stability, locomotion, and even energy. Multiple giant hydroturbines dotted all over the Lower Dome kept the city geographically positioned and powered at the same time.

I held the fang, my finger tracing the runes carved into it. It was heavy as it carried a lot of history, promises… And now, a deceptive eternity. "Your Highness." A charming voice greeted Daniel respectfully, and we turned to find an Omega standing under the shade of the doorway, holding a map. "Here are the charts of the Rogue movements near the northern border. The generals are already waiting in the antechamber." If I recalled correctly, the Omega's name was Anna—Lulu had told me about her. Daniel frowned ever so slightly, but that reaction was gone in a flash.

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.

“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.

“What He Does in the Dark” Adrian. Adrian Adrian wasn’t used to feeling this way. Restless. On edge. Like something small, like ants, was crawling under his skin. He was in a room. The place looked like something out of a movie. A big, old warehouse somewhere in the outskirts of the city. There were no signs, no windows, just cracked concrete and rusted doors. Inside, the only light came from a single bulb swinging from the ceiling, flickering like it was about to go off at any moment.

"Many people helped bring this place to life, you know? It's just a place where Omegas like us can find a purpose." Torches are hanging on the walls and that's it for lighting outside the buildings. Inside them, a few people are using candles, and some even have lightbulbs. We walk past a few small homes and keep going until we reach a cavern called The Omegatrix. It's been built under the massive roots of a tree. I arch a brow at the name. "What does that even mean?"

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

“I’m good, just a little sick. Some rest is all I need. Thank you for the wonderful lunch.” “Stay with me for a while, we aren’t done yet.” “I can’t go walking like this.” “Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?” “On second thought, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. What’s the worst that could happen?” “That’s the spirit!” “Where are we going?” “Shopping, of course!” “Great! Sounds exciting.” “It is! We will have so much fun.” A few blocks from the food district was a towering structure with pink heels flashing from the entrance. It made me dizzy just looking at it. This was previously a skating place, and now it’s a monster housing different kinds of stuff.

"But where is the city?!" "Under the dome. It filters the ultraviolet light of the sun, making it possible for Vampyr to be safe from its effects. Essentially, without the dome, Vampyr are relegated to nighttime. Here, they can easily enjoy the sunlight. Add in their special sunblock and they can survive a few days in direct sunlight as well." "Holy hellfire. You mean we are going in there?" ~*~*~*~*~*~ We were, as a matter of fact, going into the dome. After a series of checkpoints and pointed glares, we began to wend our way into the dome itself.