Dante Blood Angels Novels & Stories

he said, “It will make more sense soon.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I demanded. I didn’t like that they were keeping things from me. Drake sighed and walked back towards the table. I followed as he spoke. “As you are aware, there are four angelic bloodlines, although they all come from the same source.” He looked at Aaron, who was pulling out another book. “As always in balance, there are four distinct demon bloodlines. Again, all originating from the same source.”

I giggled to myself as I reached Dante. “Celeste O’Brien, mother to my pups and love of my life, do you take the Lone Star pack as your own to love and cherish as long as you shall live?” Dante asked me solemnly, taking my hands in his and staring deep into my eyes as if imprinting on my soul. “I do!” I smiled up into his eyes, so full of love, hope, and sincerity. Dante pulled me in and softly pressed his lips to mine, “Blood of my blood,” he begins lifting his palm and pulling his pocket knife out to slice open his palm just enough to draw blood.

The room belonging to the most feared, ruthless Alpha heir in the entire academy—Dante. Before Angela could even process the full terror of what that meant, a heavy, freezing draft swept down the corridor from the shadows ahead. A door at the far end of the hallway clicked open with a slow, metallic click, and the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps began to echo across the stone floor, walking straight toward her.

My mind was still replaying it, his forehead pressed to her temple, his voice dropping into that low Italian growl, calling her amore mio arrabbiato(my angry love) like she was something precious instead of a collared problem we bought for ten million. Could he have fallen for her? Nah. Impossible. Dante is the steel spine of this pack. The oldest. The leader. The one who taught us how to kill clean, how to rule without apology. He’s a psychopath, sure, same as the rest of us but his is surgical. Controlled. Mine? Mine’s a fucking wildfire. Ryker’s is a blade that likes to play. Asher’s is a quiet, smiling abyss. But Dante’s rage is ice. Precise. He doesn’t lose control. Ever.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin. "Her song shall call, her fangs shall bite, Her claws shall rule both day and night.One mate of shadow, one mate of flame, Both will battle, both will claim." Her eyes darted to Damien, then to Felix. Both men stiffened, their jaws clenched as if the words were shackles binding them to a fate neither had chosen. "The world shall fracture, kin turn foe, Through salt and blood the rivers flow. The storm will break, the earth will shake,

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

“Listen, Miss. I’m sorry about what happened the last time that we met, I’m sorry if I pushed you away. But I just want to let you know that I am definitely not the man that you’ve been claiming me to be, okay?” “No, you are Lucifer Moden. You came here from New York three years ago and we met at the school. I’m Angela Santos. I punched you on the face the first time that I met you, and that’s the reason why we had no choice but to be the librarians of Chasung High together and--- “Stop it. I don’t even remember any of the things that you just said. I don’t know who you punched, I don’t know what school are you talking about and most importantly, I don’t know you.”

“ 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