Dauntless Divergent Novelas e Histórias

Three years ago... At Underwater prison located in Atlantic ocean, wind and water swirled in the air, seemingly intent on submerging the entire prison. The worlds most dangerous crimals are confined and the most wanted enemy's of the world government. One of the prisoner, Blood Freak who had slaughtered a whole family of more than a dozen people including the family of the country's President and top-notch hackers and killers who had infiltrated the Stardragon were also imprisoned there.

Her dark brown eyes sparkle complimenting her fair complexion that glows when she exudes gracefully. "Is she the strange faceless girl in my dreams? No, it can't be her. She and the girl in my dream are different. But what if they are just the same? Get your grasp Martin, you are the powerful courageous Lord in this tribe, no one could ever make you feel dumb and powerless. But why do my feet shake and anxiousness is dominating my wholeness?" Martin's gut feeling can never be wrong, even when everything is out of his control.

“Of all the places in the city, you had to pick this one?” “Because the curator chose it,” I answered calmly. “More importantly, I expected you to use the clan’s sacred ground. Not… this. Hiding in a human art gallery behind a shoddy, temporary glamour.” “Modern?” I scanned the shabby setup. “Is that why a human event planner is reading from a script instead of our elders? At least the elders speak for the Progenitor. And what about the Secrecy Mandate? One spiritually sensitive human wanders in here and it’s all over. Have you even thought about the consequences?”

"Wait! We need to find out more about them before we inform Boss..." She started typing on her laptop. "We have all the data about our rivels, there family, business and love interests... Dominick should be there..." She said. "There he is!" She opened the file. "What's there story?" I asked. "Dominick changed his name when he got into conflict with his family and started his own business... He has twin brother, Alexander. Sister, Raajnandini The mafia princess. Father, Massimo Marino... Mother, Anamika Singh sahay Marino, who is the most feared woman in business world. And Bella, Alexander's wife... Whom we kidnapped few days ago..."

Sub-Level Seven — Lena The lights burst like glass popping under heat— plunging the chamber into near-darkness. Only two things glowed: Dr. Kass’s control panel. And the prototype’s eyes. Twin spheres of molten gold flickering with hunger. Lena’s breath hitched. Her restraints rattled as she tried to pull herself back— anywhere— just away from that thing. The prototype stepped out of its broken chamber, dragging metal pieces still attached to its limbs. Its spine cracked as it straightened itself.

I kept hitting him insanely until Daniel back was slammed hard against mirror wall ‘CRACK..... CRACK... Clankxxxx........... CRACK......’ entire wall mirror got shattered into sharp piercing piece Daniel entire face by now had turned into deeper shade or purple and blue, thin streams of blood was oozing out from his forehead , hands and neck... however my anger was not calmed, I was here with intent to kill this motherfucker.... As Daniel struggled to stand up on his feet’s I mercilessly pulled him up by his collars and roughly pushed him down in front of my stepmother, by witnessing the fearful look in her eyes I could tell she herself was scared to death....

His white garment was already torn into pieces and the glazes on his skin were oozing with blood. Druji slowly turned her eyes to the wretched body of Vivar. He was even unrecognizable due to the terrible cuts on his face. She gripped tightly the rusted bars, dismayed by Vivar’s dreadful situation. “How could you do this to him? I told you he will never tell where the chosen one is even if you kill him.” Druji snarled. Due to her frustration, she didn’t even realize her voice was raised. Dubheasa’s forehead creased as she heard the sudden changes in Druji’s tone. She glared as she walked toward her, gripping tightly on her whip. “Are you trying to defy me because of this soldier?” She growle

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

The dark grey sky is streaked with dry lightening that splinters the crack of pain even deeper. There's only so much a woman can take. Only so far she can be pushed to the brink and still somehow want to survive. I focus my attention back on the building. The Diamond Ridge structure is truly magnificent, the skyscraper pierces the marshmallow clouds and it's a structured design I have never seen before. It's completely different to the building back home. I turn around, my eyes scan the street and I quickly notice the fleet of black SUVs stationed across the road. Fear licks my pulsating flesh as I feverishly become paranoid.