Dante Aphmau Novels & Stories

My mind swirling with different thoughts as I walked around the mart picking up items I needed. Before I could get the toiletries, a sleek black car pulled up in front. — screeching loudly. Dante came out of the car, looking like a woman's wet dream. His watchful eyes scanning the environment, jaws tight, shoulders tense. He strode into the mart like he owned it. As he approached me, my heartbeat raced.—crazy. From the moment Dante was brought to the hospital, my life didn't remain the same. It's been from one drama to the other.

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

I choose to ignore both of them as I remove the satchel. I am familiar with healing—my mother suffered from illness throughout much of my childhood, often displaying bruises and scrapes. However, this young male appears to be in particularly dire condition. His face is covered in blood, and he is writhing in agony. “Shh.” I gently push the coppery hair away from his sticky forehead. “It’s alright. What hurts? Please tell me what’s wrong.” I can feel the alpha’s gaze fixed on me. “I dislocated his arm,” he states.

The man crumpled silently, but his two squadmates instantly returned fire, filling the narrow space with a blinding barrage of plasma that melted the bulkhead inches from Dante’s face. The radiant heat of the near-miss scorched Dante's cheek, but the true agony originated from deep within his own biology. The Project Ouroboros pathogen, though aggressively suppressed by Elara's rushed synthesis, left his cellular structure fragile and screaming in protest at the sudden surge of adrenaline. He fell back against the wall, gasping as a wave of paralyzing nausea and blinding pain washed over him, threatening to drag him back into the abyss. "Dante!" Elara cried out, her professional composure cr

He only nodded, as quiet as always, and suddenly I felt a little lost, until firm footsteps made me look toward the building’s entrance. A tall man with wiry muscles and dark hair was walking toward me, staring at me with deep brown eyes. I straightened up and walked toward him too. “Ma’am, I’m Dante, Head of Operations and Logistics,” he said, at least with a little more courtesy than the rest of the men I’d met. “Mr. Dante, the Patriarch asked me to come urgently...” I said, half debating whether to ask him what the hell was going on here. “We need a sign language interpreter...” I was surprised to hear him say that... “but let’s go, I’ll explain on the way. The meeting’s about to start an

“ There is a person with that type of blood . “ said Damian . “ Who is that ? “ asked Antonio desperate . “ Me ! I am B negative . “ said Damian looking at Antonio’s desperate expression . “ You…?…… “ said Antonio surprised . “ Sir Damian…..Yes ! Why didn’t I think it before ? How silly I am ?! Sir Damian , are you willing to donate some of your precious blood ? “ said the doctor . “ Yes ! You need to save that kid at all costs . “ said Damian with a serious tone . “ As long as we have the blood , he will be fine . Please go ahead with the nurse to get your blood drawn . “ said the doctor relieved that a solution had finally appeared . “ Please , follow me sir Damian ! “ said the nurse . Dam

For all his power, all his control, Dante sounded exhausted suddenly. And somehow that scared me more than his anger ever had. I opened my mouth to respond But his phone buzzed sharply against the metal console. The sound cut through the room like a knife. Dante frowned slightly and picked it up immediately. High-priority encrypted file. His expression darkened as he opened the attachment. A video began to play. At first, the image was shaky and distorted. Then the camera steadied. My breath caught instantly. Dr. Adrian Hale sat tied to a chair beneath harsh fluorescent lighting. His face was bruised badly, dried blood staining the collar of his shirt. One eye was swollen nearly shut, but de

Sharper. More dangerous than before. “He’s still alive,” Dante said. Marco groaned. “Of course he is.” Aruna’s voice tightened. “Who is he?” Dante didn’t answer immediately. Because for the first time— He didn’t have a name. Only a truth. And that truth was worse. “He’s not just inside my system,” Dante said slowly. “He helped build it.” Silence. Then Aruna whispered— “What does that make me?” Dante looked back at the ruins.

And then he fell and died. "the video seems pretty straight forward to me, he fell down and died. It was a freak incident" Dante said. "but what was he screaming at?" Paolo asked. "Yes, what was all that about?" Dante asked the chief security. "For the past weeks, master has been having bad nightmares and seeing hallucinations of things of things not there. Master's doctor diagnosed him with a stress disorder and recommended lots of rest. I am sure he must have seen one of his hallucinations last night" the chief of security replied.

Aiden asked and Maria stared at him and then swallowed into nothing before she continued, voice trembling slightly. “A sick man named Dante was brought into Blue moon pack few weeks ago to the healer in town. Turned out he was bitten by the true alpha and he was brought in by his friend to find a cure…” Maria said and Aiden raised his eyebrows. The name Dante hit him instantly like a sharp memory unlocking. Of course how could he forget that name. He was the man whom Sofia had an affair with and the father of Ethan. His jaw tightened slightly. He had no idea Amelia had bitten him. “Was he cured?” Aiden asked as he swallowed into nothing, eyes narrowing slightly.