Under The Dome Novels & Stories

“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.

Falling should’ve felt loud. Screaming. Wind. Chaos. But the plunge into the darkness beneath the facility was silent—too silent. It was like being swallowed by a void that didn’t need sound to terrify you. Damien’s hand was clamped around mine, his grip desperate, nails digging into my skin as if he feared letting go meant losing me forever. The darkness swallowed everything, but after a few seconds, a strange, soft blue glow appeared below—like bioluminescent water. We hit it hard, except it wasn’t water. It was thicker, like gel or mist that held us before slowly lowering us to a solid surface.

He cried out and went limp again. "Dad!" I lunged for him, but Bryan held me back. "Hazel, the glass won't hold!" Bryan yelled. "The pressure is too high!" I looked at the cracks. Water was starting to drip through. We were miles under the ocean. If the dome broke, we would be crushed in a second. I looked at the teenager. He was waiting. He was sure he had won. "Fine!" I shouted. "I'll give it to you! Just stop hurting them!"

“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.”

I stayed breathing and even Nova on the weapon platform let her harpoon sink. Atlantis was before us. It was not an ancient city of white marble columns. It was a monument of Survival will of the Old World. A gigantic, semi-spherical dome a cloudy, extremely thick macro glass, enclosed in a skeleton of indestructible Consortium titan. The dome was half in the black mud of the trench wall embedded, gigantic enough to host an entire metropolis. But the most fascinating thing was not the construction itself. It was what was in Inside the dome.

The shockwave ripped outward, instantly obliterating the wooden chairs, the iron chains, and the flickering fluorescent bulb, plunging the entire underground facility into a terrifying, dust-choked darkness. In that final split second before the ceiling collapsed, Dominic’s massive 6'4" frame slammed down over her petite five-foot body in the narrow drainage trench. He became a literal human shield, his broad, corded shoulders absorbing the violent impact of falling debris, shattered brick, and burning concrete dust.

We thanked Duncan, and when we left, we ran into Ralf and Nick talking about the fairies. “Let's go home now,” I ordered Ralf firmly. The four of us went to Eclipse and realized we were inside a damn dome of power. The power was so intense and strong that I was surprised. Axel approached the dome, sniffed, and raised his eyebrows. “This dome was created by Bloom,” Axel said. We walked to the house and saw everyone with rifles, ready for battle. “What's going on?” I asked Selene, who was arranging the ammunition for her rifles.

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.

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.

Rem replied and then said, "that girl? She is one of the fey creatures. One of the more harmless ones luckily. You can't really tell right away, but if the sun hits their hidden wings at just the right angle, you'll just about be able to see them." I squinted at her before shrugging and looking back at Rem again. He then hummed to himself and looked around again. There weren't that many people here. "Ah, that one," he nodded towards a man that seemed quite small, it was clear he had achondroplasia. "If you tell me he is a dwarf, I am going to hit you for being mean," I said peering at Rem who looked up in frustration. "No Kay," he uttered my nickname with a small sigh. "Look closer," he then