Dante In Raccoon City Novels & Stories

FLORA I stared at the dead rat in the box with its stiff body surrounded by blood-soaked newspapers. My stomach churned, but I forced myself not to look away. In the little time since I'd worked for Dante Romano, I'd seen a lot but this was the height of it. Dante had come into my room. Now, he slammed the lid back on the box and pushed it away. His jaw tightened, and a muscle pulsed at his temple. "It's what I feared," he said. His voice was deadly calm. It was the kind of calm that preceded violence. "We have a rat."

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"You have faked your arrival to the forest and sent the Dasher men away..just to get the mortal. Now, what?" "Arent you the impatient one?" Decima clicked her tongue. "The Dasher men won't be coming home...as they are in a dilemma. As for the mortal, I will get her soon." "Soon when? After she delivers the babe?" "A babe?" Decima's eyes lit up hearing this. A Dasher babe on the way means a mortal and a hybrid. "How did you know about the babe?" Decima asked, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "I heard them talking..." Blanca was a clever one.

"She knows a lot already. I will kill her. You will confirm if she's your mate. I brought the dagger. Once she bleeds to death so quick then she's the wrong one. I want to prove that to you" "But..." The door flung open revealing Mia. She had opened the door, her mistake. Carly thought immediately "Carly?" A hand slightly pushed Mia behind revealing the second person. She was wearing all purple but with a ninja mask. "Hi" She said "Raven!" Luca yelled. He had fought little with her and had known how good she was. "I see the hunt began in a fresh way today. The report I got from my men is that your mimions at the south have been captured. You know I would need more experiments on your kind bu

“Of course not? I'm at the apex of the evil spirit race, carrying the blood of the founder, the mighty True Original!” As Isabella with pride replies, her full chest puffs up, and Raven couldn't facilitate however lower his sight. “In a, therefore, city like today, one thing sort of a True Original is rarer than vulnerable species. wherever are you from? Some place so much within the mountains?” “The way you speak is so impertinent...” once she replied, Raven began to sense danger, and suddenly became a lot of alerts. The opponent could be an evil spirit. during this black night.

I'm still not sure how to handle those. After that, we make a tour of the room. All of Dante's brothers and a few of his cousins are here, and many of them brought dates. He brings me first to Raphael, his second-youngest brother, who frankly looks a little underdressed compared to the rest of his family. But there's no denying he looks good in those dark jeans and leather jacket - if you go for that shaved-head, bad boy kind of look. Still, I can see the family resemblance, and with his rich, deep voice - deeper even than Dante's - I have no doubt he attracts his fair share of women. He's with a pretty, dark-haired woman I don't recognize, and he introduces her as a model he met on one of h

George groaned out as Dante shoved the knife into his cock, tearing it off. Tears streamed down his cheeks and his body stilled for a while. “Let loose of the rat and let them fist on him.” “Yes sir.” “Please. Please, Dante. Just kill me. Don't do that to me, just kill me.” he cried as he saw the rats trying to find their way to him, and In no time, they were climbing on him. His executing cries filled the air and it only made Dante extremely happy. It's been 10 years off the game and now that he was returning, he sure was returning in the most horrific way ever.

“I believe he was designed as a failsafe. An insurance policy for when Dante fell.” Connor leaned back from his laptop, rubbing his face in disbelief. “Then we’re not just facing a typical power-hungry rival.” His tone was grim. “We’re up against someone trained by Dante.” That changed everything. Dante had been a master strategist, manipulating pieces on the board well before anyone realized a game was being played. If he had positioned Ricci as his successor, then Ricci was not merely another foe. He was a product of Dante’s legacy. And that made him exceedingly dangerous.

He was lost, looking like a gone hungry beast that I wondered who on earth cursed them this much. I should’ve been terrified, well I was but something inside me snapped. With the last bit of strength I had, I cupped his face with my bleeding hand, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “It’s me,” I gasped. “Dante….It’s Raven. You can take a bite… just don’t lose yourself.” His jaw twitched.l for what seemed like a second and as if a switch had been flipped, he froze. His nostrils flared as he inhaled my blood from my hands and he gave a lick.