Jack Dunkleman Novels & Stories

A heavy, calloused fist collided with Calista’s frame, slamming her onto the wooden chair. A sharp groan escaped her lips as she collapsed forward. Standing above her, her father, Jake, watched with a twisted smirk as blood welled from her wounds. “I love hurting you, do you know that?” he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. “It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.”

Even he enjoyed watching the pieces move. Eleanor Vanderbilt’s office had become a war room. Richard Hale stood before her desk, projecting a detailed dossier onto the wall screen. “Mark Dorkul,” Hale began. “Not his birth name. Born Marcus Dorkin in 1998 in a working-class suburb outside Chicago. Father died by suicide when Marcus was fourteen. Mother struggled with addiction. He legally changed his name at twenty-one after a minor identity fraud incident that was quietly sealed.” Eleanor leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Continue.”

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

His racing heartbeat told me that he was more than just a little furious right now. “And you are?” Aiden asked, clearly challenging Dante. The man was dumb enough to be speaking to him in such a tone let alone challenging him. Dante was literally three times the man’s size, and needless to say, he didn’t even know that he was a wolf, and even in human form, Dante could easily crush the man’s head in seconds. “The fuck date that knocked her up” Dante said, catching Aiden of guard. Jade’s eyes widened in surprise, and putting a hand on her stomach, she looked between the two of us “Dante D’Angelo”

Truly disgusting, he would make sure to teach her a lesson she would never forget, she would regret what she did to Kira. " This man is suspected to be a member of the Dark Wolves " Ace pointed at the man sitting across from Evelyn. He had his back turned to the camera. He was large and bulky and there was a dragon tattoo peeking from his shirt, it stretched out around the back of his neck.

Jack explained eagerly. "Okay." "According to General Lockwood, Charles Anderson is Lawrence Duncan, he is an ex-Marine just like your dad, but Charles was discharged with dishonorable one due to a crime he had done, which were concealed by the highest authorities and now, there is no way to trace that file," Jack stated with a disheartened tone.

Dante leaned back, hands laced behind his head. “Look,” he said. “From a pure ops perspective, this is doable. Hard, but doable. We’ve got an inside man in security—” he nodded at Jax “—a mad scientist in denial—Kane—two devils fighting for their slice—Black and Volkov—” “Don’t call Niko a devil in front of him,” Mila said. “He’ll get pouty.” “—and the only person whose brain can actually turn the lights out,” Dante finished, ignoring her.

But the others do. I recognise Dylan first. He sat to the right of Jax, no traces of humour or playfulness detected. His eyes were cold, distant, and profound. I almost don't recognise him. Next to him is a man drenched in tattoos, eyes completely black, and I knew what he was. Demon.

“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.”

Resting my elbows on my knees I turn back to the man. “Why, what are you?” “My name is Drake Cinder. I am a high demon, human hybrid. The son of Hades.” Drake Cinder? A demon… son of Hades! “Wait a damn minute! You’re him… The guy who helped my parent’s push Hades back into hell nineteen years ago! I have heard the stories of how it all happened.” “You have? That’s a surprise.”