Dante Aphmau Novels & Stories

Natalia didn't think Dante's story could be any more tragic. Her friend nodded; her expression solemn. "When he was first turned, when the guilt was most raw, Dante destroyed the order he used to be a part of. He killed every single member of the order and destroyed the Amort poison...or so we thought until we found out that it had been discovered again recently. He carries guilt over that too. These were men and a handful of women who he'd fought beside for years. They hadn't realised he'd been turned until it was too late. He used the trust they had in him as a weapon and ended the order forever. Sometimes something happens and it reminds him of one of his former friends and a shadow passe

Our code names provided that safety of being no one, of being reborn and leaving the shit that haunted you to the past. I didn’t really know much about his past well apart from the rumors that flew by in B&A now and then. Dante Darko. Born in a small farm in Nebraska. Mother was a stay-at-home wife; father was a gambler by night and a hangover drunkard by day. Father tried to kill mother; Dante killed him first before escaping to the army. Other rumors went the other way around. Others that Dante’s mother tried to drown him as a baby and his father killed her.

Across a narrow, steel walkway, another glass cell hung from the ceiling. Dante. He wasn't sitting. He was chained. Heavy, industrial shackles held his single arm high above his head. His feet barely touched the floor. His shirt was gone, revealing the map of scars that defined his life. He was unconscious, his head lolling against his chest. Dark purple bruises mottled his ribs. "Dante!" I slammed my free hand against the glass. It didn't even vibrate. "He can't hear you. We've got him on a steady drip of paralytics and a touch of something to keep the wolf dormant. It’s for his own good. He’s been trying to chew through his own shoulder to get to you."

Dante stepped in front of me—instinct. I laid a hand on each of their arms. “Let him speak. Then we decide.” We let him approach—slowly. He tied off at the dock, stepped onto the wood with careful movements. Gray hair cropped short, face lined deeper than I remembered, but the cold eyes were the same. “You look good, accountant,” he said—small, bitter smile. “All three of you do.” “Speak,” Dante ordered—voice flat. Alessio spread his hands. “I’m dying. Pancreatic. Six months, maybe less. Before I go, there’s something you need to know.”

throat. “ENOUGH!” I push my alpha aura over the entire room and everyone falls silent. My eyes flashing red as Amara pushes herself to the surface. “I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my office. Calm down or LEAVE.” I say with finality. “With pleasure” Dante says through gritted teeth never taking his eyes off his fathers. He lets go of Patrick and storms from the room. Patrick stands up straight and begins straightening his collar “my apologies Alpha major, Alpha Rahul” he says without meeting our gaze. “That was rather embarrassing. Give me some time to speak with him. I thought enough time had passed and this wouldn’t be an issue but apparently I’ve made a misjudgment. Dante’s

“What was the vision all about Isa?” “I saw flames, tears, and deaths, Dante.” Isa focused her eyes on his. “There were dead bodies everywhere, fire was consuming everything on its way, and the most painful one was the death of the Alpha, your father, and your mother.” She concluded, Dante who felt shocked hearing those words from Isa stayed still. “The Blood Moon Pack is in danger Dante, we had an enemy in our midst all this while but couldn’t do anything.” Isa hissed.

“I don’t think you shouldn’t agree with her condition. She is an opportunist but .. “ He mumbled but suddenly went silent for a minute. Dante looked at him wondering what he was about to eat. “This could be your chance to have the Alpha title back!” He said firmly. Dante scoffed inwardly hearing that. “I’m dying, what do I need the alpha title for and do you think anyone who wants a dying man as their Alpha?” He scoffed. “You shouldn’t give up, we are going to find a donor and you will get well very soon,” Diego assured him but Dante only chuckled at that. He knew that wasn’t possible. If he was going to find one, he would have gotten that a long time ago even before it could have gotten wor

Looking at the pup sitting before him and her sarky tone, Sameer couldn’t hold himself from laughing. “He has a name you know?” Sameer informed her after composing himself,“His name is Damien, he is a doctor and as matter of fact, the founder of Dams Hospital and Dam Medical Outreach.” Tiana rolled her eyes at the lavish explanation.“Why am I here?” She asked him using her alpha tone. Sameer smiled at her and snapped his fingers, he could see through her fear and for a she-wolf who had no guidance all her life, she was doing a good job at hiding it.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

“That’s how you got to know Donatello?” “Yes, and no” I said, shaking my head “Donatello and I were classmates at school. The two of us were even good friends. He knew about the abuse my dad inflicted on my mom, and eventually, one day, I asked for his help. He didn’t kill dad, the man is still alive as a rogue, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt him. Eventually, mom met Vitaly and married him; however, I know for fact that the scars he left are still too great to heal”