Dantes Exam Novels & Stories

I could not understand a thing, until I ran into the dormitory building and looked at the massive stone leaderboard etched with the names of the top Alpha contenders. My eyes widened and my mouth gaped when I read Dante’s name written in red. Dante was dead.

he appreciatively said. Where are they ? I needed them for my tests ! I had written them with utmost sincerity after referring to so many books and research papers, and I needed to just glance through them to ace the upcoming exams. “I can’t find them,” I whimpered as I desperately tried to find the golden papers. My notes ! “You will find them, Joy,” Dante patiently replied as he looked over my shoulder and watched the empty locker in front of me. “In any case, you don’t need them,” he added nonchalantly.

Alpha Dante and his relentless pack members had cornered me, their eyes reflecting a mixture of anger, disappointment, and the steely determination to see justice served. Alpha Dante's imposing figure cast a long shadow over me, his gaze piercing through my soul. "Danciana," he said, his voice commanding and filled with a potent blend of authority and sorrow, "you cannot evade the consequences of your actions. You have brought shame to our pack and inflicted harm upon my own daughter."

And I think it was only because like collecting everything related to Oxford, I had been also collecting everything related to Italy. But on the other hand, Dante got every one of them right. And as I counted I realised while Allister was at five and Oliver got only four questions right up until now, Dante had gotten each of them correct. Now only last question was left. And Oliver was murmuring that this wasn’t fair to him as Dante was obviously an skilled stalker. Allister was quietly observing everything with a small smile at the corner of his lips. And all the while Dante’s face was expressionless.

Alessia exclaims as Estelle walks to her gathering. Estelle blushed shyly and waved her hands. “No, I’m not that beautiful. You look your best too,” she then looked at all the other girls, “All of you.” They muttered a little thanks. Estelle looked around searching for a particular someone she was going to be mated to but couldn’t find him. “Don’t worry, Dante promised to be here before the ceremony starts,” Alessia said, seeing her searching eyes moving around the hall. “Oh, that’s good, then.” They made small talk before Dante finally came.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

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.’

I ask, lowering my boots from the desk as my irritation flares. Dante steps forward, his hands trembling slightly as he opens a thick manila envelope. His face is still a swollen, discolored mess, his nose crooked from when Cade’s extraction team had brutally interrogated him in that warehouse. He slides a small stack of high-gloss, long-lens photographs across my desk.

Dante stood there for a second, buttoning his suit jacket. His eyes scanned the room, ignoring the senior vice presidents who were trying to smile at him. Finally, his gaze locked onto me, and my breath caught in my throat. He ignored the presentation slides and stared straight at me. It felt like he was trying to look right through my ugly gray blazer. "Martins," Dante said, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "I looked at your preliminary notes on the Aegis project." "Good morning, Mr. Salvatore," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

the Dantes said in unison, their voices creating a harmonic resonance that vibrated through the steel floor. The real Dante—my Dante—stood between me and the army of his own ghosts. His back was a wall of corded muscle, his breathing ragged and shallow. The "Blood Protocol" wasn't just a flicker now; it was a bonfire, a desperate attempt to override the system that was trying to replace him.