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."

I asked because the place was isolated and the only lights were the ones illuminated from the inside pavilion and the moon above us. "I’d been wanting to dance with you under the moonlight. I didn’t want to miss this chance as the moon is so beautiful tonight, as beautiful as the female in front of me." My eyes watered as Dominic pulled me closer to him and guided my arms around his neck before placing his hands on my waist. We began swaying to the music that only our hearts could hear. "I know I have told you this a thousand times, and maybe you’re tired of hearing this…" "Never…" I mumbled as my lips curled into a loving smile.

“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.

They were looking at the dome with yellowed, silver-burned eyes, their instincts telling them that the sanctuary was a lie. Outside, the Phantom stopped sobbing. She looked directly into the nearest security camera, her silver-gray eyes void of all humanity. She raised a hand, her fingers pointing toward the western pylon—the exact spot where the dome’s frequency was weakest. "The anchor is cracked," the Phantom whispered, her voice carrying the subsonic growl of the High Council. "Now... open the door for the remainder." A massive, rhythmic thumping hit the dome. Not the rain. Not the drills.

he snarled. Keaton’s truck pulled into the driveway as the moon hung low in the sky, its silvery glow illuminating the tense scene. Channary stood on the porch, her bag clutched tightly in her hands. Her mother lingered just inside the doorway, her face pale and drawn, while Roman stood at the edge of the porch, his posture stiff with barely contained rage.

Abigail said with a smile. "Well, I can't wait to see you walking down the aisle with the Young Master of the Shaw family. That will be the most captivating day in my life. There is only one problem. That is, you are treading on eggshells. Tread carefully. Else, we will all be in a very big trouble. We can't afford to offend the Shaws." Mrs Duke cautioned her daughter sternly. As they were chatting, they heard a gentle knock on the door.

June replied, but her tone wasn’t entirely sure. “You don’t sound confident about that,” Aislen noted. “Leighton… well, he’s Leighton,” June replied. “What does that mean?” “Well,” June blushed. “You’ll see.” They both came to a standstill as they rounded the corner of the barn. There was a circle of gravel that Patrick would approve of, Aislen thought dryly, and three domed shaped structures stood like strange cairns at the points of the clock with the barn forming the fourth point. A man, shirtless, sweating and smeared with black streaks of ash, bent over the open door of one of the domes, through which flames flared in a ferocious dance.

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.

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.

He slowly raised his hands, settling them flat on the table. "We are all businessmen here, Damian," Dominic said, forcing his tone to stay steady, though a faint bead of sweat formed near his temple. "There is no need for violence in the Council chamber." "Businessmen?" I challenged, leaning forward and placing my hands flat on the table, letting my diamond ring sparkle under the chandelier lights. "Is that what you call funding a ghost like Victor Vane? Is that what you call using an armored transport to kidnap my father from a hospital bed?"