Dan Martin Novels & Stories

He didn't seem to remember seeing any of these men last night. "My name is Martin," the man said. "This is my brother, Mike, and this is my son, David." Martin pointed to each one in turn. "This is Martin, my older brother; Mike, my younger brother; and this is David, my son." Damian recognized the names. "Mike and David were in the group I fought yesterday. They were the ones who helped me escape from the trap that they had laid for me." "Did you kill them?" Martin asked.

Let himself feel it—for a moment, just a moment, like he might actually be okay. But as he packed his bag—kit folded, boots zipped in the side pocket—the phone vibrated against the bench. Unknown number. Photo attachment. He opened it before he could stop himself. Damien in the stands today—cap pulled low, hoodie up, half-hidden in the top row behind a pillar. Watching. Always watching. Every goal. Every touch. Message below: Saw every goal. Still the best striker I’ve ever coached. Come home, Martin. Marc’s smile died on his face.

as the guards themselves get goosebumps saying his name. “Do you recognize this man in front of me?” He says. “No, Mr. Morningstar.” “Do you know any of the guys who are locked up on the inside?” “Yes, sir,” says the guards. “Then tell me why the fuck is my man not being recognized on the inside? Who the fuck is this dog guy?” He stands up. Martin was surprised at his height; to them, it was like they were a bunch of minions next to Lucifer, even taller than Larry. “Mr. Morningstar Dawg is 28; they consider him a General because of his ranking.”

The neighbor’s door swung open and Mitch walked out and took a seat on a wooden chair. “I need you to cover for Liam,” Mitch said as he pulled on his boots. “He’s ill and I need you to take on his duties. It’ll only be for today.” Liam was Mitch’s nephew and he worked the fields like Devin, tending to the vegetables and farming. I’ve worked under Mitch, the butcher, since I came to the Clear Mountain pack. He was suspicious of my familiarity with the blade but after my feigned innocence he didn’t question me. Under his watchful eye, I practiced slicing, dicing, and killing.

I'm not ashamed to admit I'm really proud of what I've accomplished. "Really good so far. Thanks for asking." Daniel has been captain of the Texas Mutiny, the team I now play for, for a few years. Not only is he a kick ass forward, he's really respected in the league for being a stand up guy. Family man. Local legend. All around fantastic leader. I was really excited when I found out I was going to be working with him. The biggest scandal he's been involved in his entire career is that he started dating someone with a kid in the last couple of months.

[Antagonist] ADRIAN’S POV: I stared at the body of one of my best hitmen, struggling to contain the anger that threatened to rip me apart. Darryl. That was his name. A marksman who was known for his efficiency on the gun, Darryl had made a name on the dark streets of the underworld in Cleveland. The stories that followed him were immense. They said he could shoot from any angle. Darryl, they said, could duck a bullet without even flinching. Darryl “the hitman” had once shot an opposition’s bullet with his own bullet before proceeding to finish them off.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."