Dante In Raccoon City 소설 & 이야기

The rumble of a motorcycle engine made me look up. No. Absolutely not. Dante pulled into the parking lot on that sleek black machine, looking like every bad decision I'd ever made wrapped in leather and denim. He killed the engine and pulled off his helmet. Those dark eyes found mine through my windshield. Of course. Because clearly the universe hated me. He walked over. Tapped on my window. I considered ignoring him. Pretending I didn't see him standing right there. But I cracked the window an inch. "Car trouble?"

She wasn’t expecting me to say that. “Very well then.” She raised her hand and three rogues jumped out, but they weren’t fast enough. Dante was faster, he lunged at the rogues before they even got to him, biting into one of their necks as he ripped it clean off the body. Blood splattered everywhere, his fangs dug into the other rogue and took his beating heart out. He slashed the other one in its face and finally took his head off. “Impressive, but let’s see how fast you can take all of us down.” They all charged at us and I could hear my heart beating wildly.

She burst out the tears she had been trying to hold in her. Dante giggles on the phone. " you're still so naive and stupid; why are you still that silly girl I have always known? We'll see each other soon, okay? I didn't die. I said we see each other, so don't cry. I love you, my beautiful damsel." He hangs up. "Dante..." the name came out in a tiny whisper as tears took over the show. - Mr. Lorenzo Ricci is a fifty-year-old healthy man. He has been working for the Mancini all his life, and he cherishes Dante so much as if he's his son. He's the driver who carries Dante around. He turns to look at Dante.

‘Anyone lays hands on the vulnerable ones again, I won’t let you off this easily,’ Dante growled making all the onlookers gulp hard. Leo looked like he had seen hell. He looked around and saw everyone looking down on him. He was just beaten by two petite fairies; this will haunt him for life. Using the last bit of energy he had, he charged towards the two fairies wanting to snap their neck off and prove that he was the Gamma of this pack for a reason. But before he could lunge onto them, Dante caught him midair swiftly and with one quick move, detached his neck from his body. Blood splattered on Dante’s eyes, but he didn’t flinch. He gave this bas.tard one chance already.

“I went to the park. Met someone interesting.” His hands paused briefly before resuming their task. “Oh?” “Yeah, his name’s Noah. He’s a photographer. We talked for a while.” Dante’s jaw tightened just a fraction. “Did he bother you?” I laughed, surprised by his reaction. “No, he was nice. Just... friendly.” Dante didn’t respond right away, focusing on his chopping. “Be careful around strangers,” he said finally, his tone more guarded than usual. I bit back a smile, sensing a hint of jealousy. “I will. But he was just being polite.”

Dante sat with that for a moment after R's breathing evened out into sleep, the small face gone soft and unguarded against the pillow, one hand still loosely curled around the dinosaur keychain he insisted on keeping within reach even in his sleep. *It's bad if they stop.* He thought about Jayce in the alley, in the grocery store, in the hospital room with R's fist knocking against the door at exactly the wrong — or possibly exactly the right — moment. He thought about the race, ten days out now, the specific shape of the danger waiting on the other side of it, and the strange, complicated comfort of knowing that whatever happened, there were more people standing somewhere nearby than there

I don't know how long I stood there watching but I flickered the second I felt someone's hand rest on my shoulder. “An amazing sight to watch, huh?” He asked. I turned only to see a huge dude in his late twenties, Huge with brown hair, his face was expressionless as though he carried the burden of the entire world on his shoulder. “Indeed amazing.” I complimented. A crooked smile quickly curled around his face, “I'm Dante, second in command at DeathHowl Riders MC.” He said, extending a hand. “Xavier Grey, nice to meet you Dante.” I said, extending a hand as well for a handshake.

Marco drove, his eyes focused on the road. Aruna’s hands rested on her lap, clenched tightly. “Are you scared?” Dante asked suddenly. She nodded. “Yes.” He looked at her. “That’s good,” he said. She frowned. “Why?” “Because fear means you still care about something,” Dante replied. “People who stop caring become monsters.” Aruna glanced at him. “And you?” she asked softly. Dante did not answer. The car slowed down. Marco spoke quietly. “We’re here.”

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

Will Dante help me? ******************************************