Dante Rebellion Novels & Stories

Smooth and thick, soft and mocking. “Don’t,” the black wolf glared at it. “Okay!” The white one raised a paw in mock surrender. “That’s Blake,” Dante said, gesturing toward the white wolf. “My Zeta.” Beta is Adolphus. Zeta is Blake. Weird titles. Beta-Zeta. Sounds like some Greek alphabet mafia. I figured it meant they were his right-hand... wolves? Blake bowed to me, which felt surreal. “They’re my most trusted,” Dante added, his eyes boring into mine. “They won’t harm you.”

Dante let out a grin as he decided that if Mireille lost her life, he would be leaving the world with her. She was the only meaning to his life and if she wasn't in his life anymore, he had no reason to stay in the world. "Ditto" Dante called. "Yes, boss?" Ditto walked over to Dante. "Done a check on who those men were?" "Yes, boss. I found out that he was Mr. Romano's (Dante's father) right hand man and had fled when you took over. He started up too but hasn't been able to get a grip of things over the years"

He looked up as we entered, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Matteo," he said. "Isabella. I was beginning to think you would let me have this conversation without you." "You have no claim to be in this house," Isabella said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "I have every claim," Dante replied. "My family's original name was Costa, as you already know, and Costa's blood ran directly through Alessandro Greco's original arrangement. If proof of that arrangement surfaces, this entire territory becomes contestable, and I intend to be standing in the room when it happens."

“I can see the princess is becoming too ambitious because of the privileges that had been given to her to speak in this council. I had always known it was not a good idea to have given her such a reward in a rush. Now she is seeing a need to remain relevant and is suspecting everyone because she had managed to expose Moonbeam’s alpha. Who knows who would be the next in line to be brought before the council for daring to lift a drink of water to his or her lips? I bet it would be one of us here since she was not hesitant even the alpha’s brother.” “I must say, I am really disappointed in all of you,” Dante spoke and I was grateful only because the attention turned from me to him, and in the m

“It was only a matter of time.” Dante leaned back, his fingers drumming against the polished wood of his desk. He had anticipated retaliation, but he had expected it to come later. Nico was acting fast—too fast. That meant he had been planning this before Antonio’s death. “He’s coming for my empire.” Luca nodded grimly. “He’s not alone. He’s rallied the remnants of Antonio’s loyalists, and from what our informants say, he’s bringing hell with him.” Dante exhaled slowly. Then he stood, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. “Then we’ll give him a war.”

They watched her fall apart, piece by piece, until the shadows swallowed her whole. A black car waited beyond the trees. The doors opened. And Seraphina Moreau disappeared into it. Dante remained standing in the clearing long after the blood had dried. The elders were dead. The traitors punished. Victor’s rebellion crushed. The clan was quiet now—watching, waiting. Dante turned slowly to face them, sword still in hand. “This is what happens when you sell your loyalty for ambition,” he said. No one dared meet his eyes. Then he walked past them, blade lowered, armor scratched and dark with war.

Those who bore arms against him were executed without trial; those who tried to flee were cut down in the streets. “This is not cruelty,” Dante told his generals as they rode into the first village. His armor gleamed with fresh polish, a dark contrast to the soot-stained houses around him. “This is a message. A king who allows betrayal to go unpunished is no king at all. They will learn that rebellion has only one consequence.”

"Dad, you almost got us all killed." "I know. I know, I'm sorry." Pierce reached back, grabbed his son's hand, his daughter's hand. "I'm so sorry." "Dante's dead," Lord Harrington said quietly. "His organization will fracture now. There'll be a power struggle. That might buy us time. Might buy us safety." "Antonio," Pierce said. "The guard who shot him. He said " "He said Dante sent his brother to die," Rosa finished. "Kelvin was his brother. All this time, we were fighting Dante, and one of his own people was waiting for the right moment to get revenge."

It was clear that some factions were still trying to destabilize Dante’s operations. Dante called a meeting with his top lieutenants, his demeanor as sharp and commanding as ever. “We’re going to put an end to this once and for all,” he said. “No more games, no more distractions. Anyone loyal to Calderone will be eliminated. I want their names, their locations, everything.” Luca nodded. “We’re already tracking them down. It won’t be long.” Dante leaned back in his chair, his mind already planning the next move. He had come too far to let anyone threaten his family or his empire.

His coat billowed in the chill wind, stained with the grime of endless raids, his knuckles raw and bloodied from walls he'd punched in frustration. The air reeked of oil and rust, the distant hum of machinery inside a mocking reminder of Alexei's empire ticking on without a hitch. Not for long. Dante's rage had transcended mere vengeance; it was a scorched-earth policy, a declaration that if he couldn't have Alessia back, he'd dismantle every brick of Alexei's world until the man had nothing left to hide behind. "Get ready," Dante snarled to his assembled crew, a dozen hardened men armed to the teeth with assault rifles, flamethrowers, and cans of accelerant.