Danger Room Novels & Stories

Silence. POV: ZARA Her ears were ringing. Damien was on top of her. Heavy. Warm. "Are you hit?" he asked. "No." "Good." He rolled off. Hands shaking. Marcus opened her door. "Come on. Now." They ran. To the safe house. A small apartment. No windows. One door. POV: MARCUS He locked it. Checked it. Sat on the floor with his gun. Damien sat on the other side of the room.

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes and

She was lying on wet ground for more than two hour, her eyes were busy scanning that place for her way of escape that when rusty green colored metal door of room opened and with gush of cold dreadful wind walked in three man, three disgusting looking tall and bulky man. All three of them were wearing nothing but just their old worn out pair of trousers, their huge, hairy, sweat covered pale body was visible to my eyes, each one of them was carrying a ‘Hockey bat’ in their hand, however the most fearful feature of them was their smile, their evil smile that was scaring me to my core, she already knew she was in danger but she wasn’t aware of fact how badly those three were willing to break he

I said. "Yes," Colt said. Above us the mountain was bright and cold and the path back to the packhouse was clear and straight and the bonds in my chest were steady and warm and certain. But forty eight hours was a very short time, and Damien Crowe standing at the edge of a truth his mother had kept from him his entire life was not a predictable thing, and unpredictable, in my experience, was always where the real danger lived.

You don't have to work alone on this. His breath was raspy as his forehead pushed against mine. "I can't let you go." "You won't." A Fresh Danger The first night was a restless silence. We were all so exhausted that we fell into a restless slumber, calmed by the distant sound of the lake crashing on the coast and the gentle rustle of leaves. However, a small beep—a security alert—came from Damien's phone during the worst hours of the night. With his rifle in hand, he sprung to his feet. The delicate calm was broken by his sudden intake of breath.

He hesitated. “What?” she urged. Damien looked at her carefully. “The people he’s working with aren’t just businessmen. They’re dangerous. People who disappear witnesses. People who don’t think twice about collateral damage.” Her heart thudded. “You mean… we could be targets?” He nodded slowly. “That’s why we can’t make any mistakes. We need to play this smart. Every step we take from here on out matters.” Sienna pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken. “So what’s the next step?”

Damian was hungry and tired. He did not know how many times he had shouted but only knew that his mouth was dry and his throat was hurting. At this moment, the door opened. The iron gate made a sharp, piercing noise. The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground made him feel like they were about to take him to an execution ground. Damian’s heart pounded in fear. He was tired but still opened his eyes to look at the person who approached him unhurriedly with a tray.

"My security team just triggered the emergency alert. Two of my men got shot outside. Someone breached the hospital. They are inside, Damian. Go to her now!" Damian didn't even hear the rest of it. His mind just locked onto the words. She is in danger. Someone breached. The plastic bag slipped from his hand. The food hit the floor, spilling across the tiles. He didn't look down. He just ran.

“Then we destroy it. All of it.” Sage set charges on the containment units while Drake rigged the servers with explosives. Damian placed the final charge on the glass chamber, his movements deliberate and methodical. But as they prepared to leave, an alarm blared, flooding the room with red light. “Damian,” Alex's voice cut through the chaos, “you’ve got incoming. Multiple hostiles heading your way.” The door burst open, and a squad of armed guards stormed in, their weapons trained on the team. “Get down!” Damian shouted, diving for cover as gunfire erupted.

Elena and the remaining team returned fire, turning the war room into a battlefield. “Get the children to the panic vault!” Damien roared, gun steady in his hand as he dropped two intruders who burst through the side door. His other arm stayed locked around me, pulling me with him through the chaos. Forced proximity in the middle of hell — his body shielding mine, his heartbeat slamming against my back.