Dantes Fire Novels & Stories

“You need someone who knows what you’re worth. Someone who won’t let you throw yourself into danger alone.” The words hit too deep, scraping against the walls I tried to build. “You don’t know what I need.” He tilted his head, gaze never leaving mine. “Don’t I?” Before I could answer, the sound of howls shattered the night. Not the steady calls of patrols. These were feral, wild, violent. The unmistakable chorus of rogues. Lucian’s head snapped toward the sound, his entire body tense in an instant. “They’re here.” Adrenaline surged through me. My hand went for the dagger strapped to my thigh. “Then let’s go.”

"No one survives that. The entire top floor is gone. And if we go back, Lorenzo's men will kill us. Then Leo has no one." "But Dante..." "Is gone." Catarina's voice cracked. "I'm sorry. But he's gone." Sienna stared at the lighthouse. At the flames shooting from windows. At the structure beginning to sway. Unstable. Collapsing. He couldn't be gone. Not Dante. Not the man who'd survived everything. Who'd run into burning buildings. Who'd fought his way out of impossible situations. But the fire was too big. Too hot. Too complete.

“We have to go now!” But Dante stood blocking the exit, a gun in hand, eyes wild. “Everything burns, Wills! Everything your father touched deserves to burn!” Carson shielded Justina as a shot rang out. The bullet grazed his shoulder; he didn’t flinch. He lunged forward, tackling Dante, the two crashing into the embers. Justina screamed, pulling Carson back just as the ceiling collapsed. The fire swallowed Dante whole, his laughter echoing until it vanished into the roar of flame.

Because if I lost, everything I loved—my family, my legacy, my city—would turn to ash. And I would be left alone amidst the ruins. Dante and I moved fast, slipping through the back alley exit of the bar. The streets were unusually quiet, the tension in the air thicker than smoke. I could feel eyes on us—whether they were Luca’s men or just ghosts of paranoia, I didn’t care. Every step brought us closer to the fire he had lit, and I was done letting him play puppeteer with my empire. We pulled up to the eastern warehouse district twenty minutes later. The entire sky was painted with orange flames, the sharp stench of burning chemicals biting the inside of my nose. Fire trucks were blocked fro

"She’s still inside, boss. I think she’s most definitely trapped in the northeast corner office. The firefighters tried to reach her, but the roof collapsed." "How long?" Dante asked. "It’s been twenty minutes, maybe more,” Rex replied. Without hesitation, Dante shrugged off his jacket and moved toward the building. "Sir, you can't go in there!" a firefighter screamed, trying to block his path. "The structure is unstable!" Dante shoved him aside. "My sister is in there!" he growled. I grabbed his arm. "Dante, please! You'll both die!" I pleaded with him. As he looked at me, his eyes reflected the dancing flames. "I won't leave her,” he maintained. He squeezed my hand briefly before pushing i

Daisy tried assuring her "Yes, I know he will be" Mrs Dante replied, when they got back to Steve's room, They found Mr Dante present and for some reason, he seemed more dejected than they were, Mrs Dante immediately noticed something was wrong "Jerry, what happened?" She asked him "Its the other company in California" Mr Dante began "What about It, did something happen?" She asked "Yes, I received a call that it was burnt down to ashes, five people where killed in the fire" he explained,

Firefighters from the city scrambled uselessly while Dante’s men tried to establish a perimeter, their guns glinting under the firelight. “Madonna…” one of the lieutenants muttered, crossing himself as the inferno devoured what used to be their stronghold. Dante stood still, his black coat billowing in the acrid wind. His face was carved from stone, eyes reflecting the flames. Beside him, Amara’s lips parted, the glow illuminating the sharp lines of her cheekbones. She didn’t cry, didn’t flinch, but he could feel the pulse of her fury radiating off her like heat.

Third-Person POV The flames shot toward the sky. Lina, whom Dante had left behind, was swallowed up by the blazing fire within seconds. The report slipped from Dante's fingers as he stiffly turned around and looked at the sea of fire that was devoid of any human silhouettes. The Underboss' statement about the death of Lina's Padre, Giacomo Vittori, seemed to overlap with the reality that Lina had also perished in the explosion. Something seemed to snap within Dante's mind, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He let out an anguished howl before he fell to his knees among the burning debris.

Flames erupted as one of the drapes caught fire. Dante’s gun slid across the floor, right beneath my feet. There was no time to think. My body moved without hesitation and I picked it up, directing two shots towards the men who now looked unsure of what to do. I gasped, the smell of gunpowder and smoke choking me. The fire was now spreading fast across the room. Uriel already had Dante pinned to the ground, blood both on their faces. “Leah! Shoot!” Uriel shouted, but Dante had managed to throw a blow to his jaw.

Dante's phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, pulling both of them from rest. Arabelle groaned, burying her face in his chest as he reached for it. "This better be important," Dante answered, voice rough with sleep. "It's the warehouse on Fifth Street," Massimo's voice was tight. "It's on fire. The Carusos hit us hard—took out the guards, torched the entire building. We've got three men down, two critical."