Daniel Grigori Fallen Novels & Stories

Daniel inherited his height from his father but the blonde hair with charismatic features from his mother. Daniel had never failed in any of his secret missions but for the first time he did and it was very important for him because he was specially chosen out of many old and qualified agents but today he was suspended because he couldn't accomplish the mission to catch the French mafia's gang leader Tiago Pablo who was behind the murder of French police commissioner including the famous super model and many other crimes which his men did in the darkness of night. Daniel was sent to France for this mission, he succeeded to find a witness against Tiago but when he had to present it for testim

Daniel calmly cut into his steak. “The vehicles were destroyed.” “That doesn’t answer the question.” Daniel chewed slowly before replying. “No,” he said. “It doesn’t.” The man leaned forward. “So you’re not sure?” Daniel wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I’m sure enough.” “Enough?” Daniel looked out the window. Rain had started falling outside. “Adrian Volkov was many things,” he said calmly. “But he wasn’t immortal.” The man nodded slowly. “So the throne is empty.”

Ajal spoke those words sadly, and strangely enough… I felt a sudden wave of regret, frustration, and sharp pain rushing through my own heart just from hearing about it, as if I were feeling the echoes of their suffering myself. "What exactly happened to them?" I asked unconsciously, the question slipping out before I could stop it. He moved closer and placed his arm gently around my shoulder, looking down at the city lights below us before speaking again. "That angel paid the highest price possible for his disobedience and his love," he recounted slowly. "His beautiful wings… they were cut off completely, severed from his body as a punishment. He was rejected from the kingdom of light and th

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. Closing the door behind me, I fell onto my bed, thinking how my life would change tomorrow. Suddenly the door opened, and when I looked up, I saw Sergei standing there. Closing the door behind him, he walked up to me, stalking me like prey. He took my face in his hands and whispered in my ears, "From tomorrow on, your sweet little ass is mine; I will let you feel what hell is like. Don’t try anything stupid; I know you heard our conversation." He pressed my chin so hard that it felt like he was going to rip it off. He smirked at me darkly, then left as quickly as he entered. That night, I knew I had to get away if I ever wanted a normal life without ab

In contrast to how much she despised Miliani for interrupting her golden chance with her irritating crying, she was magnificent with her makeup skills. Daniel was still in the same attire as before, jet black from head to toe. In his twisted way, he wanted to convey the message through his choice of attire how deeply he was mourning over Tristian Romano's death, even though he was the one who did not hesitate a microsecond before pulling the trigger.

His voice broke, and he trailed off. “Someone who isn’t even human?” Nicole’s silence was answer enough. Daniel dropped heavily into the chair, burying his face in his hands. His body shook with emotions he couldn’t name—anger, grief, betrayal, longing. “Why her? Why me? I didn’t ask for any of this.” His voice was a whisper yet carried a tone of urgency with it. “So the only way… is to go to Northridge?”

Daniel said softly with a sad look. It's hard to believe it, but reality is not as beautiful as expected. Daniel was silent with a blank look in front of the tomb of the son he had long hoped for. a few seconds later Daniel's gaze shifted to the grave next to his son, namely the grave of Willyam Dormen, whom Daniel knew was Lucy Watts' ex-boyfriend. he did not expect that the man had died sacrificing his own life to save Lucy from Helen's crazy plans.

The thought made him wish he were dead. It was him. He was the one who killed Evelyn. He was the one who had thrown away their last chance to save her. Regret and grief crushed him until there was nothing left. He brushed his shaking fingers over her lifeless face and kissed her gently on the forehead. "It must be dark down there. You must be lonely. It's okay, Evelyn. I'll come keep you company," he whispered. Daniel stood up and staggered to the edge of the cliff. He looked out over the city where they had lived together, now buried under falling snow, then closed his eyes and jumped.

I watched a soccer match to distract myself until the screen became a hazy blur. Harrison walked in much later, and behind him was a bulky-looking guy whose long hair was in a plait. After exchanging pleasantries with Harrison, he introduced the man as Daniel. "CJ, I want you to meet Daniel. He used to be Giovanni's ally," Harrison said. I remembered that Harrison mentioned that Daniel was tired of Giovanni's shit and wanted to expose him, but I didn't trust anyone. "What's in it for him?" I asked Harrison, not talking to Daniel.

From behind, she thrust her hand through Daniel's back, causing it to emerge from the other side while holding the elf's still-beating heart. Jonas fell backwards as he saw his most important ally ripped apart before his very eyes. "It's not fucking possible," he mumbled, crawling away from the whole. There hadn't been enough life in that sack of flesh to warrant still being called alive, but it had somehow just killed an elvish sorcerer and metal-smith in a matter of moments. Daniel was lost, so Jonas decided to cut his own losses and run. He could set up his operation again somewhere else.