Dante In Raccoon City の小説・ストーリー

He had moved across the clearing and was now standing above her, and this time he was not alone. Dante's POV Dante's nose twitched into the air as he picked up an unusual scent. It was pleasant, but nothing he had ever smelt before. He quietly stepped away from his pack mates and entered a clearing just as a stunning white wolf burst out of the tree line. Her violet eyes coming to rest on him. She was panting and appeared exhausted, but her whole body perked in interest at the sight of him. She was definitely the source of the scent, and she was not from his pack. He did not think she was rogue because he sensed no aggression or fear. The wolf stumbled a bit, and she turned to head back into

I heard the sickening crack of bone against marble. “Xander!” Adriana screamed behind me. Her voice was laced with panic, but it barely registered. I was already lunging. But Domenico was fast. Too fast. He darted through the chaos with lethal precision. And then—he turned. Not to flee. No. To her. Raven. My blood turned to ice. Dante tried to block his way but he gave him a hard blow sending him flying across the room. “Dante!" Raven screamed,

Raphael appeared at the opposite end of the corridor, his gun already aimed at the second guard’s head. Dante moved behind me, his palm brushing my arm just once, checking I was okay. “You fire that gun,” Dante said, “and your boss’s brains are on this wall before you blink.” Rino didn’t panic, didn’t sweat. He didn’t even look surprised. He simply smiled. “You Capone boys,” he drawled like he was bored at a poker table, even with Vincenzo’s grip crushing his collar, “always did come in like a pack of rabid dogs. No manners.”

Dante said, but his voice wavered slightly. "Then what did happen?" Alaric asked. "Tell me your version. Explain how Raven's baby has Alpha blood, but you're not the father." Dante didn't have an answer. He just stood there getting angrier. "That's what I thought," Alaric said. "Now leave. Before I make you leave." "You're going to regret this," Dante said. "Both of you." He stormed off, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

He couldn’t punch a cannonball out of the sky, and he couldn’t swim quick enough to sink an entire armada with his bare hands. “Get everyone inside the lower levels!” Dante commanded, that deep, primordial voice sliding through the chaos like it owned the place. “Maya, back to the study!” We didn’t waste a second. We bolted through the palace ruined corridors, back toward the study. I practically hurled myself into the chair in front of the Moonfall terminal, the glowing blue screen throwing hard shadows across my face. Dante stood behind me. His new Lycan form was so huge he had to duck a bit to clear the doorframe, but the calm way he set his large, bone-plated hand on my shoulder—yeah, it

I crouch down low, getting directly into his line of sight, forcing him to look at the blood splattered across my black polo. “You’re the little cockroach Scarfo planted to mess with the Sinclairs,” I growl, letting my lips pull back into a menacing, humorless grin. “I know exactly who you are, Dante.” Dante searches my eyes, looking for a trace of hesitation, a hint of the "billionaire CEO" he’s read about in the business journals. When he finds only the executioner looking back at him, his expression hardens in a final, desperate act of defiance. He hitches his throat and spits, the warm fluid splattering directly across my cheek.

He had a white wolf tattooed on the side of his neck. ​"Romanov," I breathed, the "Secret Genius" in me already mapping out the breach. "They didn't send an army, Dante. They sent a Ghost Team. They’re already inside the air vents." ​Dante grabbed my arm, hauling me back toward the center of the living room. He didn't look scared. He looked insulted. ​"Mine," he growled. It wasn't a mouthed word this time. It was a low, guttural vibration that rumbled from his chest.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

Dante stopped chuckling and rubbed his palms, "So, I lost my glass slipper," "Why don't you just say you're a male Cinderella," Oliver interrupted. "It's my story. Is it your story?" Dante retorted. "You already answered it before asking, dummy," Oliver replied, arms folded. "I wonder why the moon goddess didn't make you guys cat and rat," Mel commented. "It doesn't matter if she even made us lions, at least, in our hearts we know who we are!" said Dante. "Exactly!" Oliver nodded, causing the others to chuckle. These two had a Tom and Jerry relationship but could be pretty united when others accuse them. Quite funny souls!

They roll their eyes and I guess they aren't as gullible as I suspected. "You're in Uncle Sarn's realm," Cantor replies. "We fly here because Uncle Sarn lives in the earth realm with his mate and his castle is haunted." "Shh," Ashrac snaps. "It's not truly haunted." "You said it was," Cantor replies sullenly. "I was only teasing." He glances at me and shakes his large head. "It would be best if you went back to Uncle Tahr. He will teach you what you need to know."