Under The Dome Novels & Stories

The drive further into the city was quiet. I had finally explained in full to Rem who I was going to talk with. At first, he hadn’t really comprehended that there was a large group of Ancient Ones camping out in St. Paul’s Cathedral, but the more I spoke of their looks and manner of speaking, the more aware he was that I was telling the truth.

BELLARIE RESTAURANT. 8:00 P.M. When two universes are fated to collide as secrets and lies are destined to come to light while Ace and Cameron were preparing everything from the big night, the other world was ready to make the first one crash. “Daddy, are you sure mommy is coming to see the surprise?” The little boy asked to Ace while he made sure the tie was in its perfect place.

The great dome groaned again, a deep resonating sound that traveled up through the soles of my boots and settled heavy in my bones. Another long jagged crack split across the reinforced glass, snaking all the way from the base to the very top. The red warning light flared brighter, casting long distorted shadows that danced across every surface. Elara did not waste a single breath on unnecessary explanations. She turned and moved quickly toward the circular pedestal that sat directly beneath the highest point of the dome, her coat swishing around her ankles.

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.

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.

But the water didn't flood the streets. A mile out from the docks, the ocean hit an invisible, translucent wall of violet fire. The wave didn't break; it surged upward, clawing at the sky, trying to find a gap in my dome. I felt the weight of the entire Western Sea pressing against my mind. My skin began to bleed from the pores, the sheer kinetic friction turning the air around us into a shimmering haze of heat. "Nathaniel! Status!" I gasped, my vision blurring. "The dome is holding at eighty-nine percent integrity!" Nathaniel’s voice echoed through the resonance-crystal. "But Emma, the pressure is creating a vacuum beneath the surface! Something is moving through the under-currents!"

Dominic materialized in front of her, scooping her up in one fluid motion and securing her safely against his chest. "Dominic!" Dorothea giggled, her small arms locking tightly around his neck. The morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows across them. This man, who ruled the underbelly of the city with absolute cruelty and could erase a soul with a single mandate, now held a lazy, relaxed smirk on his lips. He allowed his daughter to ruthlessly tug at his collar, the unyielding indulgence in his eyes pure and entirely devoid of malice.

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.”

It wasn’t so difficult, was it? “Please, silly, don’t do this. You don’t know what day today is, right?” “Please, Adele. I swear I won’t do anything else. I’m just gonna dance and that’s it.” “Today is Sunday, the men wait for one of the women to get undressed tonight. April, you can’t do this tonight.”

As I hung up the phone, I glanced again at the torn page in my hand. CAM… I just hope this had nothing to do with my child. DOMINIC’S POV The booth in the corner of the underground lounge was dim. It was far from the eyes and ears of anyone that mattered so I didn'tneed to worry about being seen. Smoke curled lazily in the air, weaving through the low light like a snake looking for it's prey. I sat alone, back to the wall, eyes on the door watching and waiting.