Dante X Bayonetta Novels & Stories

He waved at me “Dell, where are the others?” “Coming I guess” He answered and walk to his car, Dell drive the latest BMW though he changes cars as well I sighed and stood waiting for the other to come so we can all go together, and then I sighted another one, I just don't get why they are all coming out from different directions, his name is Dante Dallas, he’s coming with one of the school queen bees, Dante is a black hair, tall and charming guy with the sweetest mouth ever, unlike Dell, Dante is carefree and frivolous, I guess that's why girls flock around him, anyone would fall for his green eyes which are crazily seductive, and he's the Beta's son, he drives the latest Audi. He got to me

Dante spoke but didn't move he just stood there staring down at her. Jay looked up at the fearless assassin he knew and suddenly saw a vulnerability, a kink in his armour and he smiled. “She needs you to-” Jay was cut short when Dante scoffed “she has you, what does she need me for” Dante knew his voice was harsh and short.

Two seats away Xena sat inspecting one of her silver arrow tips, and now that he has energy he could kick his own hindquarters for not taking her back in that medbay, she was a masterpiece, and thinking of it he couldn't remember the last time he had some good spicy sex? One of two women in the Cross, the other was her... He scanned to find Nightingale right across from him, she as well a piece of art, her mustard yellow eyes had an exotic gold glint when the light caught them just right, and that was thanks to her half wolf side. Now that Villa Du Bois left the Cross she was top dog among the two women, but Danté wouldn't count Xena out just yet, that compound bow had a powerful kick, he on

My niece and nephew—Alpha-born, Luna-blessed—stare straight ahead. But something dark and massive is coming. Dante. He steps through the smoke like a devil made flesh. Taller. Darker. His aura poisonous. “You shouldn’t have left them,” he taunts. “Such beautiful children. Full of potential.” I stand in front of the twins. “You touch them, you die.” His laugh curdles the air. “I planned to die,” Dante says. “But I’ll take you first.” He lunges. Everything explodes. His claws rip into my side. I counter with silver, slicing through his shoulder. We’re a blur of blood and fury. I can’t beat him. I know that. But I can hold him off. I can buy time.

The pulse cannon charged— Dante moved without thinking. He dashed between Aiden and the weapon, grabbing the barrel mid-charge. The hunter jerked, surprised— and that mistake was fatal. Dante wrenched the cannon free, spun with predatory efficiency, and smashed the weapon across its visor, shattering the blue glow. The hunter crumpled. Aiden gasped. “Dante—your arm—” Dante looked down. His forearm was scorched, the skin reddened. “It’s nothing.” He flicked his fingers, ignoring the pain.

They stood over 6’5 and muscular. Not body builder style but that didn’t fool me. “We hear you are the place to go for a tattoo.” His voice was like ice running through my veins. My first though was, where is Alec when I needed him. “I don’t believe I got your name.” I stated as I kept my back straight. “Forgive me, beautiful. My name is Darin. This is Steven and Cash. Perhaps you heard of us?” “Holy fucking shit.” Colt cussed in my head. “I’m coming!”

"Get to the escape pod in the back! That part of the ship is still metal!" "I am not leaving you June!" Dante yelled. He grabbed a piece of metal to use as a spear. "You have to go!" Junes eyes were full of fire. "I have the pulse. I am the one who can hit the eye with enough power! If you stay we all die when the spider reaches us!" Dante looked at her. He saw the girl he had met in the lab. The student. He also saw a strong woman.

Chapter 1 Andres P. O. V "Confess your treacherous act in the sight of the goddess and man!” The slayer barked at a man whose head was resting on the decapitation stool, ready to be beheaded. My insides churned the more my gaze lingered on him, and the pain transitioned into violence, threatening to rip me apart. He has been a critical part of my life, and now he will be beheaded right in front of me. He was Roberto Alonso, my father's best friend, beta and trainer.

I kept my cool, though my anger simmered close to the surface. “I was careless,” Dante explained, almost pleading. “I didn't expect…” he trailed off. I raised my hair again, and he flinched. However I only tilted his chin back up to look at me. “Good. You recognize your mistake,” my thumb brushed his cheek, musing internally. He truly was beautiful. If only he could control his strange impulses to annoy me. “Now, tell me. Who is Marcel?” “He’s a colleague. An assassin,” Dante spoke, but his eyes betrayed a veiled emotion I could not read. My ire sparked once more, and I hummed low, almost a grunt.

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’