Dani Ardor Novels & Stories

“Seriously? Arc, you know I’m responsible for her and nothing else. Why on earth would you think that?” Dillon called Drake’s name. He was now talking to him as a friend, not his boss. Drake knew that his words had caught him off guard because he just stood there looking at him with his mouth open a little bit. Drake leaned back and let his body loosen up as he waited for his answer. Even though he had known Dillon since they were kids, he was still the Alpha, and he didn’t like being questioned. Dillon looked at Drake for a few seconds before laughing. “No, Arc. I only said that because I thought it could help.”

None of the hospital he had called had someone checked in with that name, where she could she be and most importantly where was Darien. Maddy was feeling pretty shitty for the actions of her sister but then at the same time, she knew that Caroline didn’t have a choice. She was dead meat if she didn’t do what Bernard wanted. “Dylan” Maddy called as she peeped through the slightly open door of Dylan’s room. Dylan turned to face her, he was slowly biting on his nail nervously. He was scared, his faced had turned red. He didn’t have the best relationship with his mom but he wouldn’t wish her dead and not even at the hands of some pretty demon girl.

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

My heart would break if she saw me and didn’t recognize me. Fred knocked firmly on the door, and my heart banged against my chest. We waited for a while before a middle-aged woman opened it. Her eyes narrowed, intuitively suspecting that something was wrong. “Who are you?” She stepped back. “How can I help you?” I greeted her respectfully. “I’m Adonis, the Lycan Alpha,” I said, and she immediately bowed on her feet in respect. “Rise,” I said softly to her, and she did, trembling slightly.

“This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.” “Okay,” I muttered when he gestured to Jasper to leave us alone. Once the door was closed behind us, Beta Rodriguez got up from his place and walked towards me. “Call me Andres when we are not alone,” he said, and I nodded my head. I thought he would walk back to his place, but he surprised me as he lightly traced my cheek while I stood as still as a statue. Various emotions swirled in his eyes when he quickly pulled back and turned around.

Shadows lunged from between the trees: Lycans, some in their beast form, teeth bared, snarling at the intruder on their lands. Orion's hand went up instinctively to his side to show he meant no harm before he slowly stepped forward, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Orion, Alpha of the North. I've not come to fight. I demand an audience with Alpha Aleksandr." From among the gathered Lycans, a tall woman emerged, the sinewy muscles of her arms flexing beneath her armour, golden eyes sharp as a blade. She regarded him with a look that was both condescending and disregarding.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

STEPHEN'S POV It took a while, but Ardyn finally finished getting ready. And when he did, he came running out with an oversized jersey and jorts. The jersey was customised, clearly. It had the numbers zero and seven on the front and nineteen on the back. Also on the front, at the top left corner, was Ardyn's name in gold block letters with “ARD” being on top and “YN” being underneath. It was somehow done in a way that they were all still within the same space, regardless of the extra letter.

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

Drabek asked. "Because a promise is as good as a deal to a fae, and I never break my word." "So be it then. Now tell them the truth, Alora." Damon said. I nodded; Helga squeezed my hand. I gave her a tight smile, clearing my throat. "My name is Alora Elwood, and I am the daughter of Sorin Elwood. The empress of the realm of dreams." "You have to be shitting me." Kier snarled.