Danger Force Novels & Stories

a stretch of the truth but not fully a lie, “And you can’t stand it. That someone would hire me when you made sure that I was an untouchable thing. The power’s gone now hasn’t it Nik, you can’t control me anymore and it’s killing you. And I won’t ask you again, let me go.” There was danger in my eyes, pools of darkness that hopped to overcome the blue of his eyes, drowning him until his pale skin was bloated and unrecognisable. I had murder on my mind and I wasn’t ashamed of it. This interaction entirely had riled me up beyond belief, my hatred for Nilaus Artymov was given new life. And it all came to a stop when he pulled me forward, I crashed into his chest and he wouldn’t let me go, I fel

I can only think how tall this man is, and how his skin sent a tingling sensation that strange me, and even the hardness of his muscle feel through my back is such a shocking and comforting. I was fully surrounded by darkness. It's a kind of darkness that embrace my crumbled peaceful world and is now no way of fairytale. And the dread only intensified... This person is no way of comforting, he is far dangerous than the woman itself! I'm screaming inside. It didn't help how I fear the bloody thing that the woman have already done before me, and the very evidence that is the bloody footprint! And I'm so sure, I meet all the requirements for her so-called opportunity of a bloody ends!

"I hate you." "I don't care." He pulls me up by my arm and drags me. "Let's go." I struggle from his hold. I can't go with strangers. I've got a life. A life to take care of. A life to build and concentrate on after this messed up relationship with Collins. Not one problem to the other. My heart beat quickens. Frightened, frustrated, uneasy, unrelaxed, list it all. With all these feelings working at the same time, I bite his hand and quickly grab the flower vase nearby and hit his head.

Connor had this stupid cocky attitude right up until he touched me, and then suddenly he looked at me like I mattered. Which is… dangerous. Because now my brain won’t shut up about him. I change into pajamas and catch sight of the mark on my neck in the mirror. “Fantastic,” I mumble. I should probably be embarrassed about it. Instead, I touch it lightly and grin. Connor McLeod—campus hockey god, certified menace, probably responsible for half the university’s emotional damage—left a hickey on my neck and somehow rewired my personality in one night. That feels medically concerning.

Every sound—the whisper of the wind, the creak of the floor—was amplified in the silence, a reminder that danger was near. Ethan appeared at her window once more, a silent shadow of reassurance. “Every day, the noose tightens,” he said softly. “We cannot falter, not once. And yet…” His eyes met hers, fierce and unwavering. “When the time comes… we fight. Together.” Olivia nodded, heart hammering. She could feel the snare closing, the rising tension between survival, desire, and the danger surrounding them. Every glance, every fleeting touch, brought them closer to disaster.

The yard crackled with the kind of electricity that made men make mistakes. “You will regret this,” Jack snarled as Scarlett turned to leave. He raised a fist and slammed it against a steel post in a raw, animal sound that made the air seem to thicken with anger. He drew breath to curse her, to vow bloody revenge, but his voice only rose into a roar of impotent rage. Scarlett paused at the edge of the light and looked back once. The look she gave Jack was flat, final. “Be careful what you threaten to kill, Jack,” she said softly. “Sometimes, death comes to those who order it and to those who expect it last.”

Elias’s eyes widened, breath shattering. “ALEX—!” Alexander didn’t wait. He tightened every muscle. Glow erupting. Energy tearing through him. Elias yelled, “YOU’LL RIP YOURSELF APART—!” Alexander roared back: “I DON’T CARE!” His fist slammed into the reinforced door— BOOOOOOM—!!! Cracks ripped across the metal. He hit again. And again. And again. Elias grabbed his shoulder. “Let me help—!” Alexander shook his head violently, voice breaking:

Dargan growled low, while Darian held him back by the collar--- like he was dragging a bear by a leash! “Calm the fuck down, you idiot!” Darian snarled, although like me, he could see through Dargan’s play. He was trying to come off as even more unhinged than he already was – which was a feat all in its own, considering that the Enforcer already was bat-shit crazy! By playing into his already monstrous reputation should deter some of the alphas from pressing for the “multiple mates” legislation. He had two mates to worry about now, after all…

Her wide blue eyes had betrayed a flicker of fear, but there was something else—defiance. Most people wilted under pressure, but she didn’t. She fought it, which made her dangerous and intriguing. The night stretched on as I waited in the penthouse, the silence heavy and oppressive. Rory hadn’t called yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. A knock at the door broke my thoughts. “Boss?” I turned to see Rory, my most trusted enforcer, approaching from the shadows. His thick frame moved with surprising stealth for a man his size.

She saw a momentary opening—a tiny gap in his defense as he adjusted to his damaged thruster. With a surge of adrenaline, Davina delivered a series of rapid, Wisteria-style strikes—a blur of punches and kicks that targeted his joints and pressure points. Julian, for all his training, was unprepared for the raw, street-fighting ferocity of Davina. His combat uniform, designed to absorb impact, couldn’t fully negate the force of her blows.