Daniel I Land Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nathan roared in anger. “Neither do I do how about you die and let us have peace in our lands? Jeremiah might just be a great leader to the pack or who knows I’ll be chosen as the Alpha and when your child is born I’ll take care of him until he’s fit to rule, he’ll continue your legacy” Daniel's words pissed Nathan to a state where he cared less about the pains he felt but he stood up to his feet, holding Daniel by his shirt. Daniel stepped backward letting Nathan fall to the ground. “I’ll help you up to your feet because you’re my brother and I love you being alive rather than being dead” Daniel chuckled as he raised Nathan to his feet, letting him sit on the bed.

And a day earlier of the marriage when Tristian Romano, Daniel's rival cousin attacked his territory like a moron inviting his own death Daniel and his brother did not let that opportunity slide and executed him right on that fucking spot. Daniel's mother was the daughter of one of the three founding members of the Romano empire and the long-standing rivalry between the Knights and the Romanos had simmered for years, ever since his mother dared to elope with his father, shattering the Romanos' matrimonial commitments among the founding families. With Tristian Romano's death and no one left in his bloodline alive, Daniel now had the ultimate power to take over the position through his materna

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.

“Escort his people back to the border. I don’t want to see any of them in our territory.” Daniel gave a direct order to his general, Trenton. “You can’t be serious. We should execute them on the spot. What do you plan to do with the Lycan king?” David Parker, the minister of war, used a sharp tone against his king. “Of course I’ll let him go. What can I do now?” Daniel answered him calmly, although he absolutely did not like David’s aggressive tone.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

A child… Daniel’s child? That’s why I had been bleeding. That’s why I collapsed! My heart pounded violently against my ribs, shock crashing into me like a tidal wave. I was carrying his baby. “Yes, Ma’am,” he confirmed, “And you don’t truly know who Lord Daniel is.” I stared at him, my body paralyzed. “W-What are you saying?” He took a deep breath before finally revealing the truth. “He is not just a businessman. He is a mafia lord. A criminal. Ruthless and merciless.”

I inquired. “How about your father for one? Daniel is a hell of a man, his unquenchable thirst led him to exploit omegas. He was the leader among us,” Daniel smirked at me. I knew he was trying to get a raise from me, little did he know Daniel had lost the status of father in my eyes long ago. “I will investigate him and what about others?” I asked him, clearly unfazed by his prior comment about my father. “You are playing with fire,” Reynolds gritted his teeth.

He looked up. The physician lifted his head. He had a jagged scar running from his temple to his jaw, a reminder of the fire that had leveled their village. His eyes were dark, flat, and currently fixed on Noah with a piercing clarity. Noah’s breath hitched. Daniel. The brother who had pushed him into the cellar before the raiders came. The brother he had mourned for five years. "Abigail, this is Daniel. They say he’s the best in the North for... fertility." Ethan’s hand settled on Noah’s shoulder. The weight was 3D, a crushing reminder of the King’s presence. "Check her. Tell me why my bed remains barren."

"They were murdered by my uncle Tristan and Aunt Livia", Daniel told her and fisted his hands tightly. "What?", Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were like soccer. "Yes", He chuckled darkly at his suffering "But why?", Maria asked as she was confused and shocked to hear Daniel's words. "For the Greed of throne. For the thirst of Power. Power of Money. Power of Crown. Crown which gives Freedom. Freedom of choice. The choice to choose", Daniel was opening up his heart and soul in front of her.

Daniel pulled up in front of the hotel that his father owned in the city, it had been a long drive and he was tired as hell. He told Catherine to wait in the car while he went inside the lobby and straight up to the front desk. It looked as if the man behind the counter was not agreeing with him, and that worried her slightly. She watched as he shook his head angrily and pull out his wallet. He flashed his identification to the clerk, who quickly submitted and changed his tune. She chuckled a little when she saw the clerk drop his head and hand Daniel a key without saying anything else at all.