Call Of Duty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And yet, here I was, lying in bed and sipping hot cocoa. “Twenty more days,” I muttered to myself. A knock came on my door and I sat up. “Come in,” I invited. Dad walked in and I tensed. He hadn’t been here since the second day when he laid his house rules. “What do you want?” I asked, with something of a frown. He didn’t answer. Instead, he dialled a number and placed his phone on his ear. “Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” he said. “I need a favour.”

With a heavy sigh, I nod and type out a message on my phone, each keystroke weighted with irritation and impatience. Now that she’s not here, we need to talk. I turn the screen toward Dante. He reads it, then bursts out laughing, his smirk widening in that infuriating way that makes me want to punch him, even if I don’t have the strength. “You can’t,” he taunts, his tone mocking. “You’re so predictable, Callum. Okay, okay, I’ll be serious. Yes, I know what you’re about to ask. I figured it all out. Your dad used a fake name with your mum. I connected him to Andrew and Zeke. I pieced together that they’re your brothers—all before your message practically spelled out you were going to your dea

The female voice sounding so familiar, moaned. A hard smacked-on bare skin followed, and the voice moaned again. Callum ordered, "shhh, sweetheart, get this done before the Alpha dismisses the meeting." Callum was the Alpha's first son. He had animalistic tendencies. Everyone knew of his escapades, murders, and rape, but no one dared say anything. Curious, I walked to the door, wanting to pinpoint the voice so severely that I placed my ears on it. 'oh my God, Callum, harrrrrrrrder."

I turn to Dante and open my mouth to ask him if he feels the same weight of…I don’t know, destiny pushing us out of the life. His phone rings. I can see the caller ID where it sits in the cupholder. Cal Duncan. A couple days ago, Dante gave him the name Fyodor, and he and Cal aren’t exactly drinking buddies. The call can only mean one thing. After an interminable moment, Dante picks it up and hits the speaker. “Cal,” he says. “Dante!” The lilting Irish brogue is butchered by the phone speakers, but I can picture his red hair and broad smile. “I was hoping I might’ve waited long enough for your little get-together to wrap up.”

After all, he has alpha blood running through his veins. “I hope you are aware of the consequences of your father's actions,” The Alpha with jet black curls, he could recall that his name was Callan, spoke with disdain. He glared at him with pure hatred as he spat his next words, “He locked up and tortured our mate, who you consider your best friend. But you cowered away like the coward you are and didn't do shït to save her.” Anger bubbled in the pit of Daxton's stomach. “You don't know shït about me.” He seethed. “How dare you call me a coward when you couldn't even protect your own mate?” Daxton spat in anger.

“Callie, I told you the first time we met that I’d be your friend, and I meant that. If you ever need to talk about anything, I’m your girl.” Callie smiled, grateful for having a genuine friend among a sea of brutes. “Okay, as long as you don’t overanalyze my stories like a shrink.” “No promises.” The nightmare started the same as always, with him clutching his arm, bleeding exponentially from a gunshot wound. The flames roared around him, the blistering heat touched him as if it were all real. And across from him was the woman he loved, beautiful as the day he met her. It was the same dream… the same memory of the last time he saw Grace. Only this time, the woman holding the gun wasn’t Grac

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."

The person responded after two rings. “I need you to perform a recon mission at the obsidian pack," I said to the person on the other side of the phone. There was silence before the person burst out laughing. I immediately felt embarrassed. “Listen Alpha, I know you all like to measure your dicks for fun but I don't fancy risking my neck like that. The next time you want to play stupid games like this, at the very least, look up your opponent!” He said to me and cut the call. I stared at the blank screen in shock and embarrassment. Who the hell was this Lycan Alpha Zephyr?

Roman had suggested freezing the food to but then we'd have to worry about other issues then the actional foul smell of slowly rotting flesh and piss, wed have to worry about cockroaches. Believed it or not for being cells we use to maime, kill and chop peoples fingers or ears off, even an arm or leg every now and them we make it a mission to never have bugs…specifically cockroaches. “Bro, are you listening” Dante says nudging my knee with his. “Fuck we lost again” he says tossing both hands in the air at my lack of paying attention to the current Call Of Duty game we’d been playing with a few of the guards we’ve meet and hired on as personal security.

*Adrian's POV* My eyes fluttered open. The memories of the past flooded my mind. I found himself lying in a dimly lit room, and as my gaze focused, I saw Lily's father, but a much younger version, standing before him. The air was thick with tension as we locked eyes. Our shared history and conflicting desires hanged between us. Henry's voice was laced with bitterness as he spoke, his grip tightening around the journal in his hands. "You thought you could betray us and get away with it, Adrian? You were a brother to me, and yet you sided with our enemies."