Casey Donatello Novels & Stories

"That Omega you’re talking about is my wife, and I’ll kill whoever hurts her. I don’t care if it was before or it’s now." A flash of savagery sparked in my eyes as I stepped closer. “So I suggest you crawl all the way up Carlo Vasiliev’s ass, because even in there, I’ll still find you.” A low growl rumbled in my throat, and I walked out without waiting for an answer from that pathetic little worm. I know he thinks he’s safe. He doesn’t even realize he’s just gonna be a pawn in Patriarch Vasiliev’s dirty game. I knew Leandro too well. Soon enough he’d use this guy to tempt Victoria and plant a spy right at my side.

He pulls me into a hug when he reaches me, both of us looking in surprise at Cain when he makes an odd sort of feral growling noise, which he almost immediately covers by coughing. "Did you just growl?" I ask with a laugh and he frowns at me, shaking his head as though I'm crazy so I look at Damien for backup and he nods. While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke.

They had suddenly become insecure, panicking at the slightest touch. "Welcome great members of the Deadly Fang Pack!" Ryu exclaimed as he approached the corridor. "Great Deadly Fangs," they chanted till his voice came into play. "Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves.".

“We will meet again, little Auditore. Only next time, I am going to be sure that your last breath is taken on my hand. Exactly like hers was…” Was he referring to my mother? Or was there someone else that I didn’t know about? The bracelet that glowed. I didn’t even understand what that was about, all I knew about it was that it belonged to my father. I have been seeing him wear it since I was an infant. “Lea…” Giovanni said, breaking my train of thoughts. I looked at Diego’s beta and shook my head in question before he walked toward me. He sat on his knees in front of me, and I looked away from him. “Are you okay?”

He must have noticed for he smirked as he came closer to me. "And where is the little bird running to?" His words sent shivers down my spine as I fully looked him over. He was dressed in a three-piece suit that looked like it was sewn on him and at the same time, could barely contain his build. His long, black hair was curled and neatly packed into a bun, some strands left out to cover his eyes. Before his tattooed hands were shoved into his pocket, I noticed a golden ring with the skull design which signifies his title as the Mafia Don.

New York mafia family Donovitch, one of the five major New York crime families, their heir Leone Donovitch has reached the moment where he needs a political marriage to solidify his power. But I know, Leone only loves his frail childhood sweetheart, Anastasia. The old Don Vito Donovitch, that man as solid as a rock, sat at the highest position. He would never allow his future heir, the future Don, to marry a woman who brought no benefit to the family.

He looked at me questioningly, taking in my countenance before chuckling to himself. “Your father is a police officer.” He stated calmly, immediately shooting my suspicion through the roof. He seemed calm enough to be sure of what he was saying, but he hadn’t necessarily gotten my father’s occupation correctly. He only worked with the police as a detective and was also a private investigator. He wasn’t an officer. He never had been. It showed that Mr. Donatello hadn’t dug deep into my life, or he didn’t have a good memory. I could never be sure.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.