Frank Iero Danger Days Novels & Stories

Henry said anxiously, "You're not cooperating at all. How are you supposed to recover?" "But… That's such a big toy. What if… What if I get injured?" I voiced my concern. Henry explained, "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. If I don't do this, it'll take too long for you to see the results." Ignoring my protests, he pulled out two ropes and reached for my legs. He forcefully spread them apart and tied them to both sides.

Although with Nikolay, I also didn't feel that warm essence like at the beginning; I felt security, trust, and even some danger. That danger was a constant reminder that I should keep my distance, not because he would hurt me; but simply because he didn't want me despite my feelings, Nikolay wouldn't take responsibility for it, I was sure. During the time I was captive with the Latino, I learned to read him. I knew when there was a lot of noise in the morning, it was because he was more unstable than usual. I also knew that when that happened, my voice should never be louder than his, nor should I seem to try to calm him down or treat him with care. I had to act normal, but carefully.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

Sweat and blood mixed on his brow, but his grip never faltered. Elena moved swiftly, covering Luca’s back, taking out threats as they came. The team fought like shadows, moving through the darkness with deadly efficiency. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the chaos. Elena’s heart stopped as she spotted Nadia fall, clutching her leg. “No!” Elena yelled, rushing to her side. Despite the pain, Nadia urged her to keep going. “Don’t stop… finish this.” ⸻ The firefight reached its crescendo as Marquez himself appeared, eyes blazing with fury. Elena locked eyes with him—this was the moment everything had been leading to.

The house began to sink, the bodies began to fall in and disappear. David didn’t back down from a fight. He’d want to face me. But being injured means all bets are off, when you’re desperate self preservation is all you care about. “Holy shit,” Dough said. Fire balls began to spit out of the ground like lava, this was a horror movie on steroids. I balled my hands into fists. “FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN,” I yelled. His laughter filled the air again, maniacal. I swirled around, wishing I had eyes in the back of my head. Murphy came to my side, and we floated back to back.

The rest of my day went by like it never even happened. It was if hearing about rape victims and missing girls left a curse on the rest of the day. I couldn’t even get a productive thing done and at that rate I feared Constantine, our boss would fire me. Although the thought does not faze me like it probably should. I was drained in all aspects and I didn’t mind a break from everything. After the uneventful day though, I found myself looking forward to spending the night with Dwyer. He seemed like the only reason I made it through that day.

“Look how happy she is. Fuck! I can't help but feel scared whenever I see her quiet at the corner or staring nowhere. I don't know what I will do if she really gives up that day. I'm scared, Dad.” “You have to be strong for her and Miracle. They both needed you. It's okay to feel scared because that's the proof that you're alive and fighting for something. I'm really glad that she's already okay now.” Aiden looked at the window, hands in his jeans pocket. The past five days had been scary and dreary for him. He almost lost his mind when Nimueh didn't wake up one morning. He immediately brought her to the hospital with Miracle in the backseat.

"Apparently you promised him a little visit each day if he wasn't going to lay off of Sophie. Cut his fingers off one by one, he said." Fucking Tom. I make myself a promise to make the threat come true when I get back to Spokane. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I yell and manage to dodge his next hit, but not for long because I feel him kick my stomach again. I feel pretty fucking nauseous at this point. "Don't fucking yell at me!" Grayson shouts. "I'm not a fucking idiot! Did you think I was going to let you move and quit this gang?! Fuck no! The first opportunity you'd have, you'd tell the cops everything!"

Her question about the date suddenly causes more pain and I find myself brim with tears. I sniffle. "Clara." I call out, weakly. "Jane." She says softly and suspiciously. "What's up?" "I need you. You need to help me." I choke on my tears. "Where is Collins?" She switches into a worried tone. "I'll explain everything later, Clara. For now, you need to come to get me out of here. I'm not safe." "Ok. Ok. Uhm...where are you right now?" "Locked in my room."

Much subdued, Leo asked, “Can you help me purge the pheromone from my system, Scy?” “I don’t know. We can try, though I don’t know why you’d bother. The swamps aren’t exactly swarming with men who’ll notice.” “No, only one killer who’s hunted down charmers before,” she snapped. “And you’ll not go near him.” He straightened up. “It’s too dangerous.” Leo’s expression remained mutinous. “Don’t press me, woman.” A hint of Haunt fire made his blue eyes glow. “Not over this.”