Daredevil Novels & Stories

But on reaching the pub entrance, her attention was drawn and her eyes narrowed to the group of men dressed in black leather outfits just like the mutant she had encountered. They seemed to be the biker gang that called themselves the “Daredevils.” She paused in her steps and looked closer to the man who had caught her attention. He was doing the same thing the previous mutant she just met did to the policeman when he was pulled on the side of the road. Except this time, she could see his eyes clearly, and it was glowing menacingly in an amber otherworldly light. She gasped softly, blinking hard to be sure she was seeing things.

Two guards stepped forward, their dark gazes sweeping over me. “State your business.” I lifted my hands slightly. “I came to negotiate.” They searched me. Smart men. But I hadn’t come armed. I was the weapon. One of them nodded and pushed the door open. I stepped inside and froze. Behind a sleek glass desk, dressed in black, sat Dante Castillo. The Devil of the Underworld. I knew him as the most ruthless man alive. A legend in criminal circles. A man whose empire was so tightly woven that even governments feared him.

Noah whispered, his voice raspy from fortyeight hours of sleep deprivation. He had just accomplished the impossible in the underground community: breaching the Iron Citadel, the digital security system of the De Luca family. It was no secret that the De Lucas weren't just property developers; they were a syndicate controlling the flow of dark money across the continent. Breaching them was akin to putting one foot in the grave, but Noah needed that data. He needed life insurance—or perhaps he was just too arrogant about his own skills. PING.

He wore a bathrobe, the belt tied loosely, exposing most of his chest, radiating raw masculine energy. Water droplets still fell from his hair. He looked as though he had just stepped out of the shower.

Inside, wolves are tearing each other apart for vampire entertainment. The dhampir is watching from the shadows. Male, older than me. Maybe late thirties. He's got the look of someone who's survived Parliament attention for decades. I approach carefully. "You're dhampir. Like me." He turns. Evaluates me in seconds. "Valentina Corvino. I've heard about you. They say you're fastest runner in the Rookeries." "Who's 'they'?" "People who notice things. People who track unusual supernaturals." He extends his hand. "I'm Dante. Been hiding from Parliament for forty years."

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

“Guess I did.” Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “Man, I didn’t think you had it in you,I though it will be a tough one. Everyone thought you'd work hader for it.” “it really was hard,” Carlson said, forcing a grin. “But… yeah. It worked out.” Troy’s eyes narrowed from where he stood, arms crossed. “You sound proud.” Carlson shot him a look. “Why wouldn’t I be? It was a stupid dare, sure, but it’s done.”

"Darius Reed. Known rogue wolf with a history of violent robberies." I approached Darius slowly, my amber eyes glowing in the dim light. He cowered against the wall, fear evident in his bloodshot eyes.

His calm, handsome face deceived so many people who don't know about him, but everyone knows what he's capable of doing, and that alone was the reason why she was so scared. If there's one thing every adult, celebrity and gang leader in Rome should do, it's never to cross Dante Moretti. That man is a Devil recarnation. The mafia world has been turned upside down ever since he stepped away from that bar. Being an ex-convict didn't ruin his name; instead, it added so much dangerous knight to his name. She wouldn't have minded if they had succeeded because that girl took everything she wanted from her in a blink of an eye.

Valeria I was sitting at my desk when I found it. A photo of Dante, one from his childhood. I couldn’t help it. I laughed. The great Dante Moretti, the man who controlled half of the underworld, looked so innocent, so… harmless. It was a picture of him as a boy, smiling shyly, with his eyes full of something I hadn’t expected—vulnerability. It made me chuckle, and I muttered under my breath, “Who would have thought the feared mafia lord was once this cute?”