Dxd Novels & Stories

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

One screaming because it couldn't see and the of the groaning because of the burns. Taegen stood up and cursed when he felt his skin hurting like hell. He closed his eyes and took a breath before walking toward the light. Judging from all the cells and skeletons, he knew it was the dungeon. He ran between the bars until he arrived at the last one at the bottom. He stopped and widened his eyes when he realized that the walls were broken and the cell was abnormally bright. He saw Jimmy standing in the middle, his hands covering his face, surrounded by three creatures on the ground. He sighed from relief when he saw that he wasn't hurt.

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𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

D's voice was thick with sleep. "Who is it?" Izzy's voice was too close not to have her in the bed beside him. "I'm good, D. I just needed to get a few things off my chest." He closed his eyes and forced the hard emotion rising in his chest back down. "It's just Drake, Iz. He's fine. Go back to sleep." Drake could hear D moving around and gave him a few seconds before starting. "Merry Christmas, man." Drake smiled as his brother growled.

Chad knew me even though it was just my name. "And what about you? Who was your crush among us?” Drake asked while looking at me. I suddenly got nervous. Does she have a crush on one of us? “So cocky! I think the air conditioner is too cold here.” Aubree teased back. We all laughed at her statement. “You said earlier that almost all your classmates had a crush on one of us, so I was wondering if you are also one of them,” Drake explained. She smirked. "Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. China, but I never had a crush on anyone of you.”

“How did you know about that? You weren’t even at the palace were you?” “Ever heard about I*******m?” Draymond frowned, waving his phone in front of Xavier. “I*******m?” Xavier shook his head. “Is that like a place in Jaime’s Woods?” “No,” Draymond sighed. “I totally forgot you are over a hundred years old. I*******m is an app, you can see anything there, pictures, videos and all.” “So I’m on I*******m?” Xavier asked. “Your video is,” Draymond said, slipping his phone out of his pocket. “Come see how dumb you look.”

A man like Xander usually fights until the bitter end and he doesn’t like not winning. Dante stops rubbing my back and pulls out his mobile from his pants. It looks like he is scrolling. “Hi Xander, Dante here. I’m doing a search on a Drake Edwards right now and I’ll forward the name on to my team.” His voice is stern and in command.

It had only been ten days, not a month, not even three weeks, when the first veteran walked unassisted through the military barracks’ central corridor. Colonel Duane Xander, once known as the “Iron Fist of the Eastern Front,” had been bedridden for over two years. A devastating spinal injury had left him partially paralyzed, in constant pain, and prone to violent spasms. No doctor, eastern or western, had been able to stabilize his nerves without risking further damage.

Dax muttered through the comms, his voice tight with a mixture of grief and pride. We dismounted, and the sound of thirty kickstands hitting the gravel simultaneously echoed like a gunshot. The members in the yard stopped what they were doing, a heavy silence falling over the lot as they turned to look at Dax. He didn't say a word. He simply raised his good arm, his fist clenched, and the yard erupted in a roar of cheers that shook the very foundation of the building.