Daredevil Novels & Stories

“Mandy, you can’t be serious!” “Oh, she’s serious as a heart-attack!” a booming voice with deep dulcet tones echoed in the tavern. I spun around. Behind me stood a 6ft, terrifying giant. I recognized him immediately. Dexter. One of the most terrifying bikers I’d ever seen and the leader of the Devils. He had a long scar on his face. Clad in black throughout, his gun hung from his waist. He had an aura of darkness, meanness, death followed him wherever he went. I’d heard stories of the towns he had ravished.

Lev asked, coming to stand next to me. The five parted, and a man walked through them, stopping in front of us. He was like winter. It was the only way I could describe his practically white hair and icy grey eyes. “Damien Draco,” he said, staring directly at me. “You must be the queen of the night.” “What do you want?” Lev asked. He slowly turned to face Lev, and then he smiled. “I can't believe Diavolo let you prance around with his queen. How much did you pay for her?”

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

“What game are you playing, Dante? What do you want that you don’t already have? My body. My forced loyalty. My skills. My time. You already own everything. What more are you trying to take?” His jaw tightened. She hated that her voice shook at the end. She hated that the thought of him cooking for her had messed with her head more than the kidnapping had. This man was dangerous. Not because of his guns or his men or his power. But because he could be gentle one minute and cruel the next. Because all they ever did was fuck and fight, and she was tired of guessing which version of him she would wake up to. If she let her guard down and he woke up one day bored, she would be nothing. Just anot

They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred. “Dante Blackwood has a refined taste for weak spots,” hissed the one who seemed to lead the trio, a man with yellowish eyes and scars that looked like teeth marks on his neck. “Let’s see how he reacts when we send you back to him in pieces.” The man advanced with an agility that defied gravity. Helena retreated, but the gravel betrayed her. Before the attacker’s hand could close around her neck, the world exploded in a roar of metal and fury. Dante’s motorcycle leaped from the side embankment, colliding with one of the aggressors in mid-air. The impact was brutal, a sound of bones breaking that ech

Finally we reach the tent and the stranger slowly lays me onto my back on the only bed in the tent. “How do I know you are not going to kill me?” I ask suddenly afraid of being alone with this person. “Because you will just have to trust me.” is his reply. I still haven’t seen his face and I sort of keep expecting it to be all scarred, because he is a murder, but deep down inside I know that’s not true. As soon as my body is fully on the ground I groan in pain, geez my body is hurting all over. Quickly I role over so I am on my stomach, which helps the pain a little.

He nodded, scratching his beards. “Mark played smart,” she scoffed again. “Did he find out Ryker wasn't his?” He asked. “We both knew, and he promised to take Ryker as his son, and..and then he did this.. Mark betrayed me,” she said soberly as she dropped the sheet slowly. “I'm sorry,” Daren apologized, looking at her sober face. “But like he told me, his sons have to be responsible to be able to lead the company . He believes getting married and bearing a child will make them responsible,” he revealed to her.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

"Hello there, pretty...what's your name?" "Get lost" He was flirting with her. "Don't be this way, how much for a night?" He tucked the strands of hair behind her ear. If she was home, her mother would have allow her to leave with a man who wants to lay with her, but not this time. This time, it's different...she's far from home, her life's in danger and she wants no one. "I told you to get lost Mister, while I'm still being nice" "Oh really?" He chuckled.

Dede left the place descending the staircase into the ground floor. "What are you two up to?" the gentleman asked. "Nothing," Jolie and Christina responded in unison. "Were you checking the curvy girl out, just now?" Eva asked the gentleman in a whisper but before he could answer Jolie's voice was heard "My turn," Jolie said almost screaming. "Mr Adams, truth or dare?" she said with a mischievous smile. Bryson raised his head and looked at Jolie smiling excitedly. "Dare," Bryson said.