Dantes Exam Novels & Stories

“Do it.” Lily clasped her hands tightly. As if trying to stop something… that could no longer be stopped. A few minutes later— Dante sat in the examination chair. His arm was prepared. A nurse quickly drew a blood sample. “This is just for compatibility testing, sir,” the nurse said. Dante nodded. His gaze fixed straight ahead. But his mind… was on one thing only. Ivy. “Hurry…” he muttered under his breath. In the corner of the room—

Another spat curses under his breath. Dante crouched beside the body, studying it with an unnerving calm. He traced the scarred “V” with his eyes, then looked up at his soldiers. “This is what happens when you falter. When you whisper where you should be silent. When you take a coin from my enemies.” The men shifted uneasily, some nodding, others avoiding his gaze. Emilia hugged her arms around herself, bile rising in her throat. She couldn’t look at the body again. Not at the hollowed eyes, not at the twisted mouth frozen mid-scream.

"Sir, I got the results. There is indeed a Dante De Santis in Italy. Would you like to take a look?" Matthias grunted, so Hamilton stepped forward and showed him the computer. Images of Dante were all over the screen. There Dante stood, at award ceremonies and high-end social parties. "I'll take over from here," Matthias said, taking the laptop from him. Hamilton gave him a questioning look but turned and left. Once alone in the ward, Matthias looked through the photos. Dante was beaming, dressed in a fine suit as he stood at an award ceremony.

Dante entered, wearing his gym clothes — black sleeveless, black shorts, and a white towel on his neck, sweat running down his face from working out. “You know most people jump when someone sneaks up on them.” He casually sits on the chair opposite Alpha’s desk. Alpha didn't even look at him, his eyes still stuck on the papers on his desk. “You shouldn’t be here Dante” "Right,” Dante said, smirking. "I should be home napping, but bursting into your study unannounced has always been my guilty pleasure whether you are startled or not.” “What do you want, Dante?” “Oh common Killian, I'm just visiting my grumpy big brother … Will you relax?” He asked, gazing over the walls of the study room —old

If he got the Book before her grandmother could pass it down, the Avery family line would end right here. “He’s a thief, Dante!” June yelled, struggling in the Auditor’s grip. “He wants to take our future!” “Future?” The young Auditor laughed. “Listen to her, Dante. She’s rambling. She’s just stressed about the 3rd MB exams. Why don’t you go inside? I’ll take her to the clinic.” Dante looked at the hospital doors, then back at June. He saw blood on her lip, and something fierce in her eyes. That look didn’t belong to a scared student.

She steadied her breath and pushed open the office door. Inside, Dante sat stiffly on the exam couch. He was too striking to belong in this sterile room. Broad-shouldered, his white shirt stretched over a body sculpted like a boxer’s, veins visible on his forearms. His jaw was sharp, his hair dark, slightly mussed like he hadn’t cared to fix it. And his eyes… a stormy gray, wide but trying to hold steady. “Mr. Pierce?” Vivienne’s voice was gentle, professional. He lifted his gaze, and the air shifted. He didn’t just look at her — he looked through her, as if he was already measuring the truth she would allow herself to admit.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t gotten a decent sleep for a few nights because I had to finish Sir Alexander’s requirements.” Dylan looked at her with pity. Her lack of sleep was apparent, he also knew that Alexander was giving her too much work on purpose. He took the folder that Denise had handed him and passed it to Dante. “What am I going to do with this?” Dante asked confused. “Give that to Alexander. He’ll have to study it.” “Why me?” “And what have you been doing to earn you the right to complain?” Dante scratched his head because Dylan just returned his question to him. “I must face the dragon again!” he muttered before turning away.

Dante leaned against the counter, his demeanor cool and collected, "I'm looking for someone. A woman by the name of Raven," Dante's voice was a deep and resonant baritone, commanding attention with its rich tone. It carried a hint of weariness, a testament to the burdens he has shouldered and the battles he has fought. Every word that emerges from his lips is delivered with a layer of grit and determination as if honed by years of pain and survival.

One week. I'd been living in Dante's world for one week, and I was completely transformed. He'd trained me systematically—teaching me positions, rules, protocols. Training my body to crave his control. I wore his collar constantly now, had bruises on my hips from his grip, bite marks on my thighs that I examined in the mirror with dark satisfaction. But tonight was different. Tonight, he'd told me, would be my final test. "What kind of test?" I'd asked that morning. He'd smiled, dangerous and promising. "The kind that proves you're truly mine." Now I stood in his playroom, wearing nothing but the collar, waiting. He'd told me to present, so I knelt in position—back straight, knees spread, ha

Not from him. **** Rei studied Dante across the table. His heterochramia eyes glowed like embers, calm and observant. “You’re losing him,” Rei said. Dante leaned back, jaw tight. “You think I don’t know that?” Rei’s expression didn’t shift. “Then stop.” Dante’s brow furrowed. “Stop?”