1d Imagines Novels & Stories

I can’t place why but realizing that she’s a D’Amore has triggered something in me. A wave of intense anger pounded in my head—one phrase on a constant loop. ‘Kill the D’Amore’ My arm around August fell as I clutched my head with both hands. The voice in my head kept getting louder, angrier, and more sinister as it repeated the phrase. I didn’t feel like me. What’s happening to me? “Tiberius?” My mate called my name, but it caused the pounding in my head to go double time. “Ki…Kill the D…Kill the D’Amore…”I felt like a zombie as I repeated the phrase on a loop in my head.

ACCORDING TO DANTE, my specific kind of freakishness had a name: idimmu. And that's what had landed me in my current disastrous state. Apparently, idimmu had unique gifts that the Collector wanted, that he could use, such as Dante's ability to locate other idimmu. That ability would certainly be valuable to an evil despot looking to build up his power and influence. And since they could be anywhere in this world, he needed a "finder" like Dante who had some kind of inner "idimmu GPS," because without that, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

Jiddah suggests looking at her brown Dior wrist watch clasped around her honey beige complexion. "Yeah, I'm famished too." Iman yawned and took her maroon YSL bag from the table next to her. Iman is wearing an indigo lightweight wide legged trousers featuring paper bag waistband and tie belt topping it with black body hug shirt whilst her head is wrapped with indigo medium sized veil. She has her Jimmy Fairly the swirl sunglasses on, her hands held her mini duffel maroon bag matching it with white cone heels to secure her feet.

The SSS HQ was a fortress. Muhammad had a progress analysis briefing with his boss, the Director of the Department of Intelligence (DI). He was not ready for the meeting but he had no choice but to attend it. His boss hated theories and loved results but right now all he had were theories. The director of the DI had a reputation of being a butcher because he had a habit of kicking officers with below average out of his department. Below average in the butcher’s dictionary was a success rate of less than 90%.

“And…... we call any life form that can recall shifting events, Primes” There are infinite dimensions, and to allow continuity of life, it hops aboard through the dimensions. Once a life form dies in one, it resumes in an exact replica, either in a past phenomenon or present phenomenon, and life forms that can recollect these events and use them to their advantages are called Primes. Basically, all she told us was that an immortal is someone that can remember. “Then why save us from Drell” I asked? “Well, for two reasons. One, shifting in a vacuum to another dimension is impossible; you will continue waking up in it and reliving it for eternity. Two, you have seen his face and, with your hel

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I scream and push him away. My head is bursting with pain and I rub my forehead, wanting the pain and the images to fade away. The images..... A boy__a boy with me, in the blunt images, laughing and smiling, my father talking and chatting with him, we eating dinner together, Emilia raising eyebrows at him..... And my fingers brushing his lips..... And suddenly I see his face, smiling.... I realize I'm not floating anymore. Then, everything goes black. I collapse.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

Helena said as she slumped on the floor and passed out. "Shit! She has fainted.. Damn it!". I ran to her ,raised her up as I shook her cheeks but she didn't wake up. I looked around but there was no water in the room. Damn it! I shouted for help but no one came and that was shocking. I thought the green eyes guy would be at the door but it wasn't so "I have to do it this way." I glanced at Helena and broke the door. Davis POV