Dante Rebellion Novels & Stories

“Which means her children carry it. Which means Luca is exactly what Antonio needs.” He stood and walked to the window. “Every threat I’ve faced,” Dante said slowly, “every enemy I’ve fought they were all orchestrated by him. Vincent, Vittorio, Isabella. All puppets.” “And the Council?” Gianna asked. “They were real,” Dante said. “But Antonio was using them. Using their plan to take Luca while he positioned himself to take over.” He turned back to face her. “When I destroyed the Council, when I defeated Vittorio, I thought I’d won,” Dante said. “But I was just clearing the board for Antonio’s final move.”

In the silence of the night a man walks with a long cloak , trailing on the ground. His hands behind his back as he looks up at his son. "Is the news confirmed." "Yes Dad" "On the coming new moon. The day the Rebel is to be whipped and killed. Benjamin plans to overthrow the capital." "The rogues again?" "Yes dad. They have always been under the rule of Benjamin. They plan to coup against the King and win over the capital.And this time,it seems he is undefeatable." The man just nods, looking in deep thought. "Any news on who is his next target?"

Even if the rebels shot their drones down, they should be able to get there quickly enough to find them and destroy them before they could get away. All of them were to be shot on sight except for the red haired girl--Rain--and 24C. Jaguar knew exactly who he was, even though she’d had to hide her surprise when she’d learned that he was a leader of the rebellion. In her time leading the Military Mothers of Gretchintown, before White had been sent in by President Violet, she never would’ve guessed the mild-mannered 24C would’ve been a problem. Sure, he’d been a little bit of a troublemaker when he was younger, but that was the case with a lot of the men, especially the more vital ones, like 2

She was wearing a blue dress that had been dirtied during her struggle with the thugs, causing Dante to frown in distaste. “I don’t accept thanks without something in return.” “What do you want?” Lani asked directly. Dante remained coldly silent as his assistant placed a piece of paper in front of Lani. She picked it up and gasped. “A mistress contract? What do you take me for…” “Isn’t your father in debt? I can pay off his debt, on the condition that you become my mistress.” Lani had never endured such humiliation. Having just experienced the trauma of nearly being raped, now facing Dante was another blow. She knew he had more than enough money to find prettier and more voluptuous women tha

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"

“This is our moment, Constantino. The moment we’ve been waiting for.” Constantino crossed his arms, his expression wary. “You’re confident he won’t suspect anything?” Pietro scoffed. “He’s blinded by his arrogance. By the time he realizes what’s happening, it’ll be too late.” They discussed their plans in detail, mapping out the steps to overthrow Dante and claim the Costa Nostra for themselves. Pietro’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, his ambition burning brighter than ever. As I retreated to the chapel later that night, seeking solace in prayer, I thought I was alone. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room as I knelt, clasping my hands tightly together.

I will do it" He suddenly screamed. Dante smirked, dropping his gun down. This wasn’t just revenge. It wasn’t even justice. It was retribution. It was a reckoning. And Dante was the storm delivering it.

And Dante… Dante was their sharpest weapon. Rumor had it Dante once had a rival tortured for three days in a Croatian warehouse and walked out without a drop of blood on his clothes. Another story claimed a judge who tried to stand in his way ended up bankrupt and hiding out in some forgotten village. Whether it was truth or myth didn’t matter. People feared him. He used that fear like a crown.

Either I chose the Morettis and proved I was a traitor, or I chose the Santoros and the alliance fell apart. Dante's hand found mine under the table. A brief squeeze, then gone. I stood. "I choose Dante." The room exploded in noise. Nico's face went dark with rage. "You're choosing him? After everything he's done to you?" "I'm choosing the alliance our father wanted. I'm choosing peace over your endless violence." My voice didn't shake. "And yes, I'm choosing Dante. Because unlike you, he's never pretended to care while hurting me." "He's using you for revenge!"