Dante Rebellion Novels & Stories

Dante walk out of there before shifting into his wolf and head there. He made it there in the heat of chaos and sees that all other pack members from the council Alphas has now retreat leaving only his warriors there with the pack members of the neutral territory. His top warriors after hearing Operation C from their Alpha arrived there in time. “Time to kill these bastard” Dante told his wolf and he kill the first rogue he got his hands on. The rogue was about to murder a young warrior probably around his 15s 'thank you' he mutters. Dante move to his next opponents, clawing then snaps their heads off. His wolf growl in victory when there were only fewer Rogues left.

“Where is the road that leads to the North Region “ “What do you mean, what do you want to do “ “I need to avenge my mate” “Do you think it's going to be that easy , werewolves who are loyal to him with their lives are in there patrolling, once they sense any danger to his life you would be shredded into pieces “ “Don't worry about that,I have been gathering a whole entorage for this, that wolf must die “ “Still you need to plan this carefully “Dante said. “Can I ask you a question “ He nodded “Why did you come unto my mate like that “

Dante looked around and locked eyes with some of the men who were most loyal to him, "I can see that the biggest traitor in this room, Cole, wants to create a new group out of this brotherhood. So, I suggest that we share the Syndicate. Those who still want to walk by my side as one of the most ruthless mob bosses to exist, you can raise your hand above your head." After saying that, Laila stood and Dante waited, watching us all for a reaction. When no one seemed to be budging, Laila sat back down and glared at me with puffy eyes. I held back a smirk. Dante finally, finally decided to drop his pride and say, "Just spare my life, and my daughter's. You can demote me. I do not mind demotion, b

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

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.”

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Dante growled, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that caused the marble floor beneath our feet to crack. The security terminals that had bypassed for us earlier began to hum a different tune. Dante was rewriting the Spire's primary code using his own neural port, cutting off Julian's access to the lower sectors one line at a time. He was bleeding from his scarred shoulder, the physical cost of the override immense, but his posture was absolute. He was reclaiming his crown by force, ready to tear the Spire down if it meant suffocating his father in the rubble. Before he made his move toward the throne, Dante pulled me into his side with a brutal, territorial yank. The proximity was a termi

"He didn't just stumble onto Arthur's identity. He planned the whole thing. He took the brother to force Arthur to steal the codes, knowing he could use the boy's real name to destroy me in front of the captains." "Exactly," Bella said, slamming the ledger shut. "Dante has been playing both sides from the start. He killed the father, he used the son, and now he's sitting downstairs in the holding cells waiting for the noon meeting so he can take your crown. Arthur didn't want to ruin you, Andreas. He was trapped in a meat grinder that Dante built five years ago."

"I'm fine." "You're really not." Chelsea's expression softened. "Look, I don't know who D is or what's going on, but maybe you should just accept that someone wants to do something nice for you. You're allowed to receive gifts without it being some huge thing. Do not let Marcus make you see things in a bad way." Except it was a huge thing. Because Dante Moretti didn't do anything without intention, without expecting something in return. This wasn't kindness. This was a power play.

He sat at the table, calm, composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Marco noticed the bandage immediately. “You got hit,” he said. “A scratch,” Dante replied. Luca’s expression hardened. “Tell us.” Dante leaned back slightly. “Someone tried to stop me on my way home. Four men. Masks. No identifiers.” Marco frowned. “Any idea who sent them?” Dante didn’t answer immediately. “I have a name,” he said finally. Luca exchanged a look with Marco. “Say it.” “Mark.” Marco scoffed. “The politician?”