Dante Rebellion Novels & Stories

Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

he mutters, kicking a rock, voice gruff. “Then we make it right,” I say, light flaring. “Like the vampire uprising?” “Damn close,” he says, smirking. “You ready for this, kid?” “Born ready,” I say, trying to sound tough. “You scared?” “Not scared—just pissed,” Dante says, shadows twitching. “Like the echo fight?” “Pretty much,” I say, nodding. “We got this.” Akira walks beside him, blade strapped tight. “Rebels are everywhere,” she says, eyes scanning the dark. “Like the vampire alliance?”

Compact and slanted, written quickly on a strip of paper that would not survive contact with water. Rebellion ready. Avery has forces positioned outside. Need three more weeks. Keep Sierra alive through semi-finals. The final fight is our window. Below that: Phoenix. Three weeks. Three more fights between now and the window the rebellion had spent years building toward. An eternity measured in the number of things that could go wrong between a Tuesday afternoon in a cell block and the moment everything either worked or it did not. Ryder read the note once more, then worked it between his fingers until nothing remained that could be read, and let the pieces fall.

I heard the voice of Dante from nearby and found him leaning against the tree with a smirk on his face. " Why?" I asked " And, what are you doing here? Came to see me in my weak state?" " No, just to let your father know that I am going to ruin his company and his daughter." he replied " You think I want money, Bella mia? No, it is not about money because I am loaded with it. It's about revenge and hatred. It's about making you go through the pain and watch you crumble down. It's about making the cold hearted ice princess fall who thinks who can buy the whole world. It's about making you pay for everything you did and so much more."

She knew that the rebellion was not without its dangers, and she braced herself for the worst. "What is it?" she asked. "It's Jamie," the rebel said. "She's been manipulating your fated mate into rejecting you. She's been playing a dangerous game, Karen, and we need to stop her before it's too late." "I don't understand" Karen had replied shocked. "I'm trying to process all of this, Jamie had been behind it all?" Karen questioned with widened eyes. "I'm afraid so, yes" the rebel agreed. "No, this can't be true, Jamie is my sister, she would not hurt me" Karen objected.

I found the black Volvo idling in the shadows of the teacher’s parking lot. I opened the passenger door and slid in. "Close it," Dante snapped. I slammed the door. Dante looked different. His chestnut hair was dyed a harsh, ink-black. He was wearing a dark hoodie, his eyes scanning the perimeter with frantic energy. "We have to go," he said, putting the car in gear. "Now." "What happened?" I asked, buckling my seatbelt. "Did the Council reject the appeal?" Dante laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. "Reject it? Gabriella, they didn't just reject it. Your mate just declared war."

“I want you to pretend to be my fiancé. My father wants me to marry Sevro Rinaldi. But I’ll be damned if I let that happen.” Dante didn’t say anything, but his eyes never left me even once. I took that as my sign to continue. “We’ll pretend to be engaged for a year. I just need you to buy me a bit of time. That’s all I need.” Dante leans his weight back on the chair behind him. “And why should I help you?” I inched forward. “Not everybody can say they’re engaged to the Vitale heiress. You’d get the status and every other thing that’ll come with it. I don’t believe I have to tell you what you stand to gain.”

I would recognize that silhouette anywhere, even in this lifetime. "She already said no. Why do you keep pushing?" I only had to see his back to know the man in front of me was Dante. He wore a black trench coat, his posture straight and commanding. He was still the same confident Don of the Ravenna family. In my past life, I'd loved him so deeply I could pick him out of any crowd with a single glance. The two men quickly came to blows after exchanging heated words. Dante was the Don of the Ravenna family and had trained in combat since childhood. Adrian stood no chance. Dante had him on the ground in seconds.

"Gentlemen, since when has competence been enough to rule an empire?" "Ask your own numbers. How much territory has been lost to the Moretti network in the last eighteen months?" Nobody answered. "How many of your own men have started quietly wondering if loyalty to Dante is still worth the cost?" Still nothing. That silence told me everything the numbers would have. An older man near the end of the table cleared his throat. "Dante avenged his father. He has held the territory through two wars. That counts for something." I shifted my attention to him, shutting out everyone else at the table. "It counted for something three years ago. What's he done since, besides survive?"

"Confirmed: Multiple sources saying the same thing. Something's supposed to happen this week. Soon. This week soon. Nobody knows specifics, but the level of activity suggests it's something major." Marco set down his coffee and opened another message from a contact he had in Naples, a guy who'd worked security for various families and knew how these things were organized. "Dante Romano's mobilizing. Full mobilization. He's pulling people together. He's planning something. My guess? He's planning to move against someone. And based on the timeline people are mentioning, it's happening soon." Marco read that message three times. Dante. The man whose brother Dimitri had killed. The man who'd bee