Under The Dome Show Novels & Stories

Rose said giving my younger sister a welcoming smile. "I am Sonja Belikova," Sonja said looking a little nervous. She and Mama were the two Dhampirs submitting after all. While Mama was confident in her actions, Sonja seemed a little more hesitant in hers. She kneeled down in front of Rose, though no matter what she did she would have been smaller than Rose. "I hereby submit myself to you, Rose Hathaway. You have my loyalty should you chose to accept me or not, but know that I have a child on the way."

Her steps slowed, and her posture stiffened, as though she were bracing herself for something dangerous. The guards led us forward in perfect silence, their armor gleaming and their expressions unreadable. That alone should have warned me. At first, I allowed myself to take in the illusion. The Dome's interior was vast, impossibly so, stretching far beyond what its exterior suggested. The ceiling arched high above us, painted with constellations that shifted and rearranged themselves as we walked, while the floor beneath our boots felt warm and almost alive, subtly responding to every step we took.

I pulled my cardigan closer to protect myself from the invisible cold I could sense sipping straight to my bones. Dominic leaned against the only table in the room. He'd been looking at me with a poker face the entire time since I descended the stairs. I looked at him, trying to read him, but he gave away nothing. I fought for the grappling fear not to show on my face. “What is this place?” "A basement." "I can see that, but why am I here?" “I wanted to talk to you. I brought you here to give you a chance to tell me the truth,” he said.

"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?"

“Where exactly?” “Patience,” he said, smirking even though sweat trickled down his face. “Alright, I’ve got the coordinates. Looks like… huh. The Dome Club.” I froze. “The what?” “The Dome Club. That underground bar is more than twenty miles away. The place is known for its rough crowd. It has a mix of humans with rogues there sometimes. Not your kinda place, Alpha.” A growl ripped from my chest. “What the heck is she doing in a place like that?”

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.”

Dylan more of stated than asked. “No. We will not expose our coven members and warriors to the human world, nor shall we engage in open war,” Dominic gave out his judgement. “You guys stay ready behind the wheel to flee with Zeke. I have got some unfinished business to handle with my sperm donor,” he added. “Are you sure, Domz ?” I worriedly asked as I covered his hand with mine in silent support before kissing its back. “Yes, I am, babe !! C’mon let’s do this !” Dominic suddenly jammed his foot hard on the breaks before pulling over near Zeke’s real dorm room.

“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.

She set the stream to private, invite-only—except for one guest whose IP she was now quietly tracing. The WREC room was ready. Dim crimson spotlights warmed the air. A single steel chair sat under a dripping leak in the ceiling—symbolic, raw, perfect. Chains hung like waiting mouths. On the floor, a masked submissive knelt obediently, silent and prepared. Domica entered without sound. Her heels kissed the concrete like silk daggers. Her cape whispered across the floor. She took center stage and paused—letting the tension bloom. “To my loyal pets,” she purred into the microphone, her breath soft thunder, “tonight, we return to the order of things.”

The boardroom was sleek, polished, filled with executives taking notes and occasionally glancing at Adrian for his reaction. Julian was in his element, walking the length of the table with a remote in hand, clicking through slides. “If we move forward with the Showcase sponsorship, Wolfe Media secures not only creative partnerships but also public visibility in an international market. It’s a calculated move, and the returns will be worth the initial push.” Murmurs of agreement went around the table. Adrian leaned back slightly, expression unreadable, though his sharp gaze didn’t miss a detail. Julian caught it and smirked faintly before continuing. “We’re not just investing in a showcase. W