Dante Rebellion Novels & Stories

"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

People booed as they got up from their seats, not wanting to listen to the rest of what Dante was saying, mostly because they just felt betrayed by the man that most of them trusted blindly. “This hotel that I built, is one of the biggest skyscrapers and lines that have been made” Dante said, wrapping his arm around Elena who smiled, her smile proud. Alessandro had his hand on my knee, not wanting me to move despite the sense of danger and discomfort that I was feeling. I knew that he made me carry the compass with me for that reason, but I couldn’t help the weary feeling that formed in my gut. “I am dedicating the line to family” Dante said “two families that have been broken for a long tim

“I am sorry for the loss of your grandparents. They were both great people. I was shocked when I heard what happened to them and it made me sick that my men were involved. They have since been expired. Please accept my deepest of condolences. But know this Rebel, I had no idea what my son was up to. He used my men against my orders. We don’t do this. I will co-operate with you and what you want to do. But as I said, you leave my son to me.” “Aunty Vittoria, it’s me, Dante.” I say, choking on my emotions. “Dante, god how I’ve missed you. What are you doing with Rebel?” She asks, and I can hear the emotion in her voice. I fight the tears. “I’m with Rebel aunty, Alonso put a hit out on me and h

He looked up at me, his hands curling into fists. “Yeah? What’s that?” I sneered. “We have an alliance now. Dante.” Stormy rolled his eyes. “Dante? Who the fuck is that?” I nodded. “He is an enemy of Eduardo and his family. A man who’s been attacking Jackson for years. He hates them as much as we do. Maybe even more. And now? He’s working with us.” “So, what is ‘Dante’s’ plan?” “He wants to take Jackson down. And once Jackson falls, we can do whatever the hell we want.” I smiled. “Including getting rid of Jade.”

I warned them to be conscious about their environment and they should be watchful with what they say before dismissing them to their various homes. The next day I had woken up early and was surprised to find Dante at my door. "I doubt you slept well," he says after I had greeted him. "Surprisingly I did," I replied as he looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "Well, I came to wish you good luck, the men all have fate it would work," "They believe even though it fails, they would at least gain respect from other packs," "They don't care that what they are doing is a rebellion," he said. "They shouldn't because I am sure we would win," I assured.

“Dante tried to ruin our last firearm shipment. Our men managed to kill half of the people he sent, but they still left off with plenty and now our client is pissed.” Sergio told him as he grabbed the billiard stick roughly and stomped it on the ground. The smile slightly faded from Angelo’s face. “Now that’s troublesome.” He responded. “That’s why I cannot have you slack off like this! That bastard Dante has strengthened his organization these past five years. He’s no longer that weakling he was from five years ago and it’s pissing me off!” Sergio’s face was as hard as stone. “Now, now, we need to keep a cool head, Sergio.” Angelo poured another glass of whiskey and walked toward Sergio bef

Tala held a hand to the cage and as all the eyes fell on it Rebecca backed away, but Danté liked what he saw, enemies of Rachel, and its said the enemy of my enemy is my friend. "They are?" Leonardo asked. "Alister, Danté and Rebecca, a party we found camping in my territory, Danté is a hunter for the Cross" Leonardo marched to the cage, his body language made Rebecca back far in, but Danté remained, Leonardo's hand came through the cage and yanked his collar until his chest hit the vines. "Murderous swine!" "Say what you want I never killed a wolf in my life furball!" Danté yelled back but with an accurate fist Leonardo managed to strike Danté right through the squares of the vine cage but

“Ravelino is not one empire. It is many factions fighting each other.” Marco nodded slightly, confirming his words. “There are people in my family who want my position,” Dante continued. “If they control you, they control me. If they control your mother, they control you.” Aruna stared at him. “So I was bait,” she said. “Yes,” Dante admitted. The word cut deep. “But not by me,” he added. Aruna laughed softly. “That doesn’t change anything.” Dante stepped closer. “It changes everything,” he said. “Because if they planned this, it means they underestimated you. And they underestimated me.”

The cold night air in the Frostfang enclave felt different now. It was no longer filled with uncertainty or fear, but with the heavy weight of resolve. Every single person in the camp was preparing for something larger than themselves, something that would change the course of history. The rebellion had a purpose now—a clear goal, a path that would either end in victory or destruction.