Dmc Reboot Dante Novels & Stories

Amber's nurse instigated Amber. Amber gritted her teeth with anger. 'Lets see how long your fame would last' she thought with anger. ..... In Montana, Dante unfolded from his car infront of a run down building nestled amidst the smaller houses near the suburbs. He walked inside with long purposeful strides. "Good morning boss" "Morning boss" "Morning boss"

Dante said, dropping my bag in the foyer. “Shower. Rest. Dinner is at eight.” “And the work?” I asked. “You said there was a breach.” Dante turned to me. He stepped close again, invading my space until I had to tilt my head back to look at him. “Tomorrow. You will meet the team. You will have full access to the mainframe. You will find the breach." He said as he reached out and tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear. “Right now, you look like you are about to collapse. And as I said... I don't like damaged goods.”

He was staring at the dark monitors, his chest heaving. ​"Dante, give me the codes," I said, stepping toward him. "If I can get into the secondary server, I can reactivate the floor traps. I can stall them." ​Dante turned. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, jagged piece of metal. He threw it at my feet. ​"The safe key," I whispered, picking it up. "The one with the gun." ​Dante shook his head. He pointed to the computer terminal under the island, then pointed to his own eyes.

"The thing in the basement. The Everywhere Machine. It knows we're suffocating. It knows I'm dying from the strain." "Don't listen to it," Elara pleaded, wiping the blood from his chin. "It just wants out. It's a trick." "It's not a trick, Elara. It's logic," Dante choked out, looking at her with tear-filled, glowing eyes. "It's offering a trade. It told me how to restart the oxygen scrubbers in Sector Four. The physical switches are fused. The only way to bypass the relays is to push the boot-sequence directly through my own nervous system. But to do that... I have to open the cage. Just a fraction of a millimeter. I have to let it into the driver's seat for three seconds to process the cod

Dante, Leo, and Max remained rooted in place, their minds struggling to process what they were witnessing. Just as they were lost in their amazement, Whiplash abruptly appeared, tapping them on the head with a stern expression. "Hey, you fools! Snap out of it! We need to get in there and help them. Don't just stand there!" Dante snapped back to reality, a surge of determination igniting within him. He swiftly fastened the laces on his boots, activating the booster rockets embedded within. With a burst of energy, he dashed across the air like a hummingbird, leaving a trail of light smoke in his wake.

I am a Beast. I live in the dark, I hunt in the dark and I always want to stay in the dark. -Damien DAMIEN POV I looked back to see Dante standing on the door. Why can't on Earth I can spend some quality time with Amber? "What's wrong?", I hissed. "Boss all the unde-erbosses are wait-ting for you in the study.", Dante stammered. Freaking pup! "Go back I will be there in a while.", I told him. Dante gave me a curt nod before running off.

"How long do we have?" "A few minutes. Five at most." "Activate the emergency protocols. Wipe the servers, and burn the contingency files." Rex nodded and rushed out. I turned back to Dante with urgency in my voice now. "We need to go now.” To my surprise, instead of rushing to the hidden room to grab essentials, Dante calmly walked back to his desk and sat down. He opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey and two glasses. "What are you doing?" I asked in bewilderment. "We need to leave!"

He couldn’t punch a cannonball out of the sky, and he couldn’t swim quick enough to sink an entire armada with his bare hands. “Get everyone inside the lower levels!” Dante commanded, that deep, primordial voice sliding through the chaos like it owned the place. “Maya, back to the study!” We didn’t waste a second. We bolted through the palace ruined corridors, back toward the study. I practically hurled myself into the chair in front of the Moonfall terminal, the glowing blue screen throwing hard shadows across my face. Dante stood behind me. His new Lycan form was so huge he had to duck a bit to clear the doorframe, but the calm way he set his large, bone-plated hand on my shoulder—yeah, it

He took another step forward, his heavy, iron boots cracking the marble with every stride. "The scrapper doesn't leave the site until the iron is cleared, old woman," Dante rumbled, his grey eye burning with a dark, smoky fire that outshone her stolen violet light. "And this whole room is scrap." Dante didn't use a blade. He wrapped his massive, iron-crusted arms around the base of the five-story server column, his muscles bulging until the scars on his back split open, pouring red-gold "Grit-Fire" directly into the machine's cooling intake.

Inside, the temperature was a constant, cool 18°C—Dante’s preferred climate for processing data and maintaining composure. Dante was currently in the subterranean war room, hosting an emergency session with the city’s energy commissioners. The St. Claire liquidation had left a power vacuum in the grid, and the heat was straining the infrastructure Dante had only just begun to rewire. He was a statue of obsidian patience, leaning back in his chair, his eyes tracking the cascading failures on the wall-sized monitors. High above him, in the penthouse, Ivy stood at the quartz desk. She was no longer watching the skyline. She was watching the code.