Daryl X Jesus Novels & Stories

“Your father is going to talk about something important, stay here.” Darren sighed, he really wanted to take the girl away from this boring family gathering. But he couldn't help but listen to his father speak first. “We look like family, right Mr. Frank?” He was Adam Jarl, Alpha Pack Kyne, Darren's father. Of course before answering that question, Frank chuckled to break the ice. After all he thought it was a good signal to bring two families together. “Yeah, we're like two families already, Alpha Adam. I feel like we're very compatible in every way.”

‘Did I…did I misunderstand Darryl? “I, Darryl Darby, have never done anything against the community of The Nine Continent, as well as the citizens of the world,” Darryl said, his voice echoing throughout the entire hall as he activated his energy in his abdomen. “Dax is my brother, and you have tortured him horribly!” Darryl’s eyes were blood red and he was about to lose his mind. “I’m taking them away with me. Whoever dares to stop me, is my mortal enemy!”

Daryl. He stepped onto the balcony like he owned it. He was barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hung low on his hips. His hair was still damp from his shower, strands falling messily across his forehead. His body looked so effortless. Daryl was the kind of man who didn’t even realize how dangerous he looked. His eyes locked on mine and the easy smirk on his lips disappeared. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked, voice sharp. Then his eyes locked on Lyra. “Leave us now.”

I started to reply, but my words were cut short. "I'm with her!" A familiar voice boomed behind me, sending a jolt of surprise through my body. I turned, my eyes widening in disbelief. There, standing behind me, was Daryl. He was finally here. He smiled, his eyes filled with a warmth that melted away the tension that had been building within me. "I'm Daryl James Jimenez, Tyra's boyfriend," he said, extending his hand towards Monica. His voice was confident, his demeanor assured.

~Dawn I find myself chuckling after the words came out of his mouth. He wants me to make Rylan sin. "Rylan murdered people," I tell Fate, although he doesn't look convinced. "I heard it myself. Everyone in this Pack is terrified of him." "He never killed those people with his own hands, Dawn," he said tenderly, as if it would rip me open to hear him say that. In actual fact, I found myself beyond confused. I know what I heard, and it was terror. "He's an Alpha. He gets people to do his dirty work for him."

said Daryl, a hint of fear in his voice. “Now you’re just flattering me!” replied Christopher with a bitter smile. “Regardless, it won’t be easy for you to capture Gerald and take him away!” added Daryl. “Oh, I’m well aware, Daryl. That’s why I’m going to be showing you a little stunt I’ve prepared. I do wonder if you’re capable enough to withstand it!” said Christopher as he smiled. “A stunt?” asked Daryl as he frowned. As soon as Daryl’s sentence ended, he watched wide-eyed as Christopher’s body turned somewhat translucent. Realizing that it was an after image, Daryl immediately got into a defensive position as Christopher rushed toward him with extreme speed.

Serai spoke, her voice steady, “We’ve conducted a ritual. Vercus’s intentions are clear. He seeks to unlock Jeldon’s spirit from the abyss and unleash his wrath upon us. The time for hesitation is over. The moon goddess has revealed that Daryl is the key. His bloodline carries the strength of Yago Dir Gunther, the first Lycan King. When the time comes, he will be the one to face Vercus.” A ripple of uncertainty swept through the room. Yet the tension in the air wasn’t born of doubt, but of realization. All eyes turned to the doors as they swung open. Daryl entered, his presence commanding and strong. His posture spoke of confidence, his gaze swept over the gathered leaders with an intensity

At this moment, I knew I had to rely on luck to escape or else I was dead. "If you let her slip from your hands again, I'll skin you lot alive!" A cold voice resounded, making me shiver. Alpha Kyle had come personally. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't think there was a chance for me to escape since he had come himself. But then I wasn't going to give up, I had to leave. Even though the pain raking through my body didn't subside even a little I continued running. I was covered in blood as all my injuries had reopened and I was bleeding at the moment.

He walks away from me and I cannot help but chase after “You did that on purpose” “Obviously, like I said Ashley, you are mine” “I was his too” Daryl spins around to look at me, anger rolling off of him “You are not Christians” I shake my head “Not Christians. Maddox said the same but after he beat me, a constant reminder”

he asked, genuinely curious. Mr. Cruz's face grew stern as he looked directly into Daryl's eyes. "I've been hearing rumors about you and your interactions with different girls," he stated firmly. "As Chelsea's father, it's my duty to ensure her happiness and protect her from any potential heartbreak. I hope you understand." Daryl couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter ringing out in the warm afternoon air. "Mr. Cruz, I appreciate your concern, but let me clarify something," he began, his voice tinged with amusement. "The truth is, I'm actually in a contract marriage with Chelsea."