Wander X Dominator Novels & Stories

Raviora's Point of View I am standing in front of Adam wearing my big smile and nodding like an obedient kid to him. His fiery eyes went on mine. “What are my rules?” He said, using his stern voice. “Rule number one, I should answer your call every time before it rings three times. Rule number two, I should bring Maxwell with me. Rule number three, I should never run away from you and lastly, no one has to know where I went for the past few weeks.”

The way he glanced at me with his neon eye. I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist-high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. The thought depresses me. "You're a sadist? Is this the soft-will-hearted Jonathan Christopher I once knew or the new Jace De Leon that I just learned?" "I'm a Dominant; I love controlling, I like being in power." His eyes are a scorching neon, intense. "What does that mean?" I whisper. "It means I want you to surrender yourself to me, in all things willingly." I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.

I could immediately sense the change in Dom. He never really shifted anymore; only when he absolutely had to. His wolf was huge and a born alpha. Jackson and Dom had tried to shift together many times, but every time they did, their wolves went at it. Jax was an alpha by birth, and Dom was the son of an alpha. Dom is stronger than any wolf I have ever met. He and Jax are both evenly matched, and if Dom shifted now, I guarantee Jax would shift also. They would both be slaves to their beasts in the fight for dominance, and they would tear this room apart.

They aren't just solely from our pack; they are from other packs, other realms—humans, zombies, pixies, fairies, and other supernaturals. They aren't allowed into any packs or realms except Wraithland, where they have been banished. It is then I notice the deep X scar on his neck. If any of the wanderers are caught in these parts, they wouldn't be spared. No wonder he looks so pale and lifeless. "You are a wanderer?" "I exalt myself above that name." "What if you had been caught? You know what they do to people like you—" His sudden frown makes me recoil. "I don't fear death or torture. But I do inflict it on people." His smirk returns, and then he steps closer, placing his hands on my sleev

I narrowed my eyes at her but remained silent. "This is your decision at the end of the day, Tea. We have other ways of getting what we want but the easiest one would be to send you back." Alvara answered. Moved away from her mates and stood beside Ozias. Her eyes softened at my mate. Seemed gentler than any I had ever seen on the Luna before. She smiled. Teagan nodded. "Why is this mine this important?" So no one had told her yet. The horrible threat in the north. Phaedra wanted to dominate the world. How she wanted to do away with the Alpha system and replace it with Dukes and the like.

He took some water from the lake and spread it on his snout before heading back into the forest to continue his search. …. Meanwhile, Xander was also in the forest relentlessly searching for his mate as he moved at the speed of sound. His eyes were bloodshot red, he was fueled by blood lust. At this point, Xander was nothing but a killing machine, he was going to massacre whoever he found holding his future queen luna captive. His wolf was hungry for blood with its limitless supply of adrenaline coursing through his veins. His wolf was in full control. His wolf was basically the source of every superhuman element of his being.

"Alpha King! Give the order! The Fifty Packs will march to the southern coast and butcher this overgrown fish!" "Your axes won't reach ten miles beneath the waves, Vance," Dominic growled low, his gravelly velvet voice carrying a dark, dangerous resonance that quieted the eager warlords. Dominic looked down at Clara, his molten gold eyes searching hers with absolute, possessive devotion. His hand tightened over her hip, pulling her so close their heartbeats merged through their clothing. His inner wolf roared in his mind—a fierce, territorial demand to obliterate any threat that dared respond to his son's awakening.

"I'm sorely tempted. But I'll say goodnight." Walking away from her was the hardest thing he could remember ever doing. His resolve wavered. Just take her to bed. Worry about the details later. Buzzing across the water in the little red skiff, he shook his head. He was finished with shallow, casual sex. He wanted the real thing, the kind of thing Blake had found. And if it was meant to be with Jackie, it would be worth the wait. After all, a Dominant's job, first and foremost, is to master his own impulses.

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

He smelled bad like something that had been dead for a long time. Dominic was not a wolf or a human anymore. He was a Wraith-Alpha, a creature that had to do what the Witch said. He only wanted one thing. The Witch told him "Go." The High Families had already opened the way for him. "Find the girl bring me her heart and let the Alpha cry at a moon that will never come back." Dominic stood up. He became very tall. He looked back at the Silver-Grip. His vision was now red like heat. He could see Liras life force from away shining like a light in the night.