Novel & Cerita Dante Rebellion

Damien laughed with his mouth full of blood. "What is so funny?" asked Vincent, while Damien was still laughing. "You can't defeat me, because your damn sword won't do me any good. Even if my plan with the werewolves fails, I can still hand your head over to Saveroth. That way, you'll be branded a rebel, while I'll be a hero to the kingdom for capturing a rebel like you." Damien stopped laughing and threw his sword on the floor. He then looked intently at Vincent's eyes which were right in front of him.

“How could I possibly give up? I’ll buy the supply of weapons and sell them to Alfonso at a higher price.” Pablo laughed at the plan. “What if he doesn’t want to buy them?” “He will,” Dante said confidently. A dangerous smile appeared on his lips. He would never let someone who threatened and even pointed a gun at him get away with it. There had to be consequences for them. And since Alfonso had pointed a gun at him, Dante wasn’t going to stand for it, either. He had power and influence in the underworld. Teaching him a lesson was not a difficult thing.

I stopped her from leaving, grabbing her roughly and making her look at me, "Speak! Now! The whole story!" Bridget flinched, but nodded, "There was a small war that had happened just before your mother gave birth. The Hunger demons had raged war on the... purple demons, who made their own society because of how... different there values and culture was. The Elders had some of land of the Hunger demons and had given it to the purple so their society and culture wouldn't affect others anymore. The Hunger demons couldn't let this go..." Bridget glanced at Logan, like she was uncomfortable with this topic, "The Hunger demons decided they wanted their territory back and raged war on the purple, w

The four of us exchanged looks, shock reflected in every pair of eyes. “Then where is the real Dante?” I grabbed Marco by the collar. “Where is he now?” Marco looked at my furious face and let out a cold laugh. “Of course he’s dead,” he said. “Otherwise, how do you think I couldn't get the server password?”

“You’re meant to be rotting in exile! The crown left your family the moment you were cast out. It’s mine now! You all promised!” The patriarch Luto, the only family who had never betrayed me, slammed his hand against the table. “Enough, Augusto. You forget yourself. The crown has rested in Dante’s bloodline for generations. He is the rightful king. Not Lorenzo, who stained our streets with blood. Not you, scavenging for scraps of power. When Dante ruled, there was peace. Our families thrived, our businesses flourished, and the government stayed in our pocket. That’s the truth.”

Dante let out a long, exhausted sigh and rubbed both of his hands roughly across the back of his neck. He looked so tired, the heavy weight of Alex’s death still hanging visibly over his broad shoulders. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him everything, but I knew he would just react with pure fury. He would confront the traitors instantly, and without proof, it would just turn into a bloody civil war inside the house. "I need to go down to the western courtyard," Dante said, breaking the silence as he stood up from his chair. "Our elite warriors just arrived from the home territory, and I need to check on them personally," he explained.

Tonight, I'm cutting it myself. ... A shaken bottle of champagne exploded overhead as everyone in the private room erupted into a frenzy. They were celebrating the Corinni family's youngest, most untamable wolf finally slipping his girlfriend's leash. One moment I was the revered future Donna of the family, the next I was a ghost in the corner, unnoticed. Dante was rebellious by nature. He usually scoffed at this kind of crass celebration, and his men practically had to beg him to make an appearance. That was precisely what made this annual "Month of No Masters" all the more thrilling.

I stood as a testament of what they had tried to erase. To later generations, they would label that night an uprising, labelling me a monster, the crack in the order that held the moon. They would whisper my name as a curse, a warning to anyone who tries to defy the authority they had so carefully crafted. Through it all, as I stood tall in the wreckage of their certainty, one truth rang clear through my mind, even clearer that the howls that were now being torn from my chest: I was never a curse and I was never cursed, but instead made a correction for all to see and somewhere deep inside of me I was convinced that this was only the beginning.

“You know I will lead you now, honorably. I’ll never give up your location or put any of your lives at risk.” Another cheer. Luka raises his voice over the noise. “We need a new name now. We aren’t the Gambinos anymore. What should we call ourselves?” Marko steps up, eyes bright. “This is a revolution. A rebellion. We couldn’t have done it without Ace. We are the Dantes now.” I shake my head, giving them a smirk. “Marko’s right about one thing,” I say. “This was a revolution and a rebellion, but it’s not all about me. Every one of us did this together. No one name carries it all.”

Dante was one of the traps that Raveen was prepared for. The man was part of Rembarnt. The heir to the giant company. Feared and respected. Favorable, when Landergee and Rembarnt unite. Give each other a positive impact. More and more no one could mess with them. However, what if Landergee and Rembarnt were in different camps? Then the show started. Dante's voice caused an uproar. It turned out that Rembarnt dared to bet like that. Assumptions began to emerge if Rembarnt was in a fight with Landergee.