Dante In Raccoon City Novels & Stories

We need to wipe out this bloodthirsty wolves and whatever being which are killing humans. * *Few moments later* DANTE I was holding my children in my arms as we went on tour around the submarine. Ria was right behind us, looking after our children, and I guess, we did settled our indifferences for a short while. I know well some other things are going to happen, but I hope we continue to be happy now before some other bad things happen. I really don't want to have another feud with my stubborn mate. "Strange Uncle Dante, that's a shark, isn't it?" Derek asked, mesmerized by the huge fish which swam by. Strange Uncle Dante? Am I strange?

Roman wanted to ask for his daughter back but he knows that took great to ask for now. "I will make sure no harm comes to her, how else would I enjoy such a kind gesture from you." Dante smiled and Roman felt like smashing his face. Roman Ricci has always been the rival of the Russo family but no one has gotten to him as much as Dante. In their line of business, Dante is the youngest but also the smartest and cruelest. Dante has successfully taken control of more than half of the city and it was because of fear of Dante having everything that made Roman Ricci take over the government project.

Alpha Tristan’s already pulled Riverdale forces back into fortified lines. And me? I’m drawing lines in the dirt with blood and ash. My map. My claim. My kingdom. But just as I mark the borders, a chill spreads across the camp. Every wolf stills. Because a figure walks in unannounced. Dante. Or what’s left of him. He’s cloaked in shadows, eyes glowing with black fire, veins seared with magic far older than anything mortal. The wolves bristle. I rise. “You’re bold,” I say. “Walking into my camp after what you did.”

“I’m not catching you. All I wanted from your mouth is an assurance that we will stay alive until we finish this.” “Dante.” I searched my brain for something about that name. Dante. Hmm. Then it hit me. Knoxx was right. I recalled the name. I rarely saw Dante because he was assigned to the Rogue Town, watching the rogues for their activities. He was also assigned to tell Knoxx if the rogues were brewing something evil. And about the upcoming war against the pack that the rogues were planning, maybe the info came from him. “Oh, that man.”

Thank God for Luca. Dante regains his composure slowly. “I’ll let this pass, Ricci, but if you disrespect my woman again, it doesn’t matter what deal you cut; I don't care which power you decide to hide under, I will hunt you down and kill you.” “I’m so scared.” The mocking tone in Ricci’s voice is potent but I can sense that he is afraid. Dante returns to my side. Looking at him closer, I can see beads of sweat that started to form on his forehead. He must have fought hard to keep that down.

“Dante! No! No, no, no!” Bianca screamed, her voice tearing at the humid night air. Dante hit the dirt like a felled oak. The sound was flat and heavy, a dead weight that shook the ground beneath her knees. He didn't groan. He didn't gasp. His body just gave up. Bianca lunged forward, catching his head before it cracked against a protruding root. Her hands disappeared into the sudden, terrifying heat of his back. It was wet. Soaking. The copper tang of fresh blood filled her nose, drowning out the scent of the burning mansion.

“There’s no one! And I actually chose the worst day to jog in the lower part of Città dei re. They found a gangster burned to death. His organs were all… out.” “His name ends with stavo.” He said slowly. “I think it’s Gustavo.” My stomach did a full gymnastics routine. Dante only shrugged like Leonardo had just told him the weather was nice. “Probably overdue,” he muttered, unfazed. My mind went to Dante’s last sentence before he stepped into the car; Clean up this mess. That was Dante’s idea of cleanup? Fire and gutting? Leonardo kept describing the scene. He was saying something about intestines, charred flesh and Aria covered her ears, screaming.

A black SUV pulls up, dust billowing around it as it comes to a stop. The door opens, and sure enough, but it’s Dante, his expression grim as he steps out. He’s followed by Axton for some reason. Of course, I fucking forgot Dante is based here. Fuck, that demon did a number on me. “Ah, I think I might like the calvary,” I greet him, my voice a low growl. “Took you long enough, asshole.”

I explained. “You have us however you need us. We will do everything we can to help you fight,” Mateo said. That was good to hear because the next will be the biggest thing for them to wrap their heads around. They were doing really well so far. Hopefully, that would continue. “And that is why we knew we could count on you. The next thing we will explain is the biggest. It must stay between us for now until the council is taken care of properly. The prophecy mentions us as the Enchanted Dezentrae. Kenzie’s and my marks are not the typical ones,” I explained before we both exposed our marks for them to see.

Lucian nodded, “where do they have her?” “Philadelphia.” “Great, what do we have to do?” Drago glanced at him, “if there is anything you are most famous of Lucian, is the fact that you take what you want in a house that is crowded with people and still won’t be spotted. I don’t need the loving Lucian now, I need El Diablo.”