Daniel Adkisson Von Erich Novels & Stories

Adrian read it again, though one reading had been enough to make his blood turn cold. Elias Voss. Missing. Presumed dead. He opened the second page. Daniel Voss. Father. Former legal adviser. Accused of stealing and leaking private corporate records. Removed from public life after the investigation. Disappeared soon after. Adrian’s fingers tightened around the desk. Daniel Voss. That name pulled him backward into a time he hated remembering. He had been younger then, hungry for power, tired of being looked down on by men who had inherited everything. He had wanted to build something strong enough that no one could push him into the dirt again.

Eric mocked as Addison added with a derogatory laughter “We thought Emperor Daniel Holston only knew the law of the jungle.” “You…. you…. don’t go too far…” Daniel roared before turning to Chris with bloodshot eyes “Why are you acting all high and mighty? Weren’t you the one who took advantage of my wife first?” Chris chuckled as he retorted without the slightest hint of modesty “My height, is not something a petty worm like you can strive to reach.”

"Davis?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment and relief. "Is it really you?" The guard approached Erica, a smile forming on his face. "Erica! It is indeed me. I go by Daniel now. I left Alec's pack a while ago, and these wolves by my side are rebels who share the same sentiments. We established our own pack here, far from Alec's tyranny." Overwhelmed with emotion, Erica rushed into Daniel's open arms, their embrace filled with gratitude and reunion. She felt a sense of safety and belonging she hadn't experienced since her abduction.

"They are Brothers right? Same mom?” "Yes, thats right. They were both taken from their mother when they were two days old. Daniel is 11 months older than Joseph" Tony says hope evident in his voice. However, I dont miss the look thats on Adrian's face. It's a mix of anger and sorrow and then realization. How can somebody show so many emotions at once? "You know Rosie, don’t you? How is she? Is she ok?" His questions throw me but I remain silent letting Tony take care of this.

I let out a low growl as he nearly slashed my neck, maneuvering myself around him before turning to stand behind him, causing him to double over. “Who the hell are you?” I asked, and he chuckled, turning to face me. His eyes met mine momentarily, and though I wanted to walk toward him, wanting to punch him; my legs stilled, not allowing me to move a muscle. It was as if I was glued to the ground, and the man seemed to know and understand that. “They call me Erebus.” He said, turning to the window behind him just as banging could be heard on the door. “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…”

I wanted to fuck her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Helena, after two years of our marriage and her induction as Luna, had found her destined mate. It was one rogue that I had invited to join the pack. His name was Elijah, and he was a damn good fighter. He wasn’t an Alpha, Beta or even a Gamma and would have been a disgrace in her family if they had found out.

I recount the things I know about Daniel. His last name is Ansdell, like Richard Ansdell, an English painter and printmaker. Is he a descendant of him? Is he from an English family? I don't think so. His accent is not British at all. I also know that he loves to cook, and he does it very well. Ah! Of course I am aware of how dedicated he is when it comes to training. As I was saying, such a perfect body was not just a product of genetics, but of hard and constant work.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

How could Donovan be so mean? She heard sure footsteps and rushed to her feet, her heart pounding as the door was opened to reveal Donovan. She observed Donovan's curly hair, now longer and more pronounced, triggering memories of his past cruelty when he bullied her as a child. But this time, he stood before her as an adult, his hair lending him an air of rugged allure rather than innocence. It no longer softened his features; instead, it accentuated his confident demeanor, transforming him into a figure of unsettling allure, like a wealthy male model untouched by the burdens of the world.

Erick spat and both my parents growled menacingly, looking his way. Daniel, who had killed one more wolf, stared at my parents in confusion. “Dream on, asshole. This will be your last day on earth. Call it payback,” I sneered, preparing myself for another attack from him. Erick, still stupidly confident, glared at us with a mixture of lust and an unmistakable hunger for power. He looked as if all his birthdays had come at once. I shuddered internally.