Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

He would not fail her. Don had returned from dealing with Holt, his expression calm but deadly. Sophia coordinated multiple screens. Ryan tracked the faint, flickering signal from the last known van. A handpicked team of twelve Lucian’s most trusted private operators mixed with Don’s military contacts filled the room, all geared in dark tactical clothing.

The third man said. "Sergeant major Donna served in Aurora Island for seven years. She's smart. Let's just trust her," the first second man said and soon, the three men were taken back to their cells. Once Katherine and Samantha got outside of the prison arena, Samantha spoke, "after you mentioned Donna as the one who sent the men, their expression changed." "I noticed it too." Katherine had purposely mentioned Donna's name to see their reaction. Samantha already believed Katherine not to be the one who sent those three men but having watch her confront those men boldly plus the men's reactions after Katherine mentioned Sergeant major Donna made her more convinced that Katherine was innocent

Bodies littered the floor wolves, warriors, women. Dorian knelt at the center. Broken. Bleeding. His hands were covered in red, and his eyes gods, his eyes were vacant. Hollow. He was whispering something over and over again. Her name. Just her name. And then a shadow stepped beside him. A figure of smoke, crowned in horns, eyes like dying stars. Tharion. He placed a hand on Dorian's shoulder like a father comforting a grieving son. And Dorian wept. "NO!" Seraphina screamed, jolting awake.

Calder hesitated. The smoke parted slightly. A figure stepped forward from the trees. Ronan Crowe didn’t wear armor. He didn’t need it. His presence bent the air anyway, confidence radiating from him like heat. His wolves remained behind him, half-seen shapes in the haze, eyes glinting. “Go on,” Ronan said mildly. “Say my name.” Calder’s breath hitched. “It wasn’t him,” he blurted. “It was Dane. Dane Korr.”

"He is executing the order as we speak." The Hollow. Twenty wolves. Ronan. Zuri. Femi. Nala. Lumi. Sol. Tayo. Dorian was going to The Hollow. Right now. With twenty trained killers. And Ronan had five adults, two children, and a blind warrior recovering from a chest wound. The stone against my chest flared so hot it burned. Sera grabbed my arm. Her face was white. "The Hollow. He's going for The Hollow."

Outside a bar, several bouncers puffed on cigarettes and chatted loudly. I recognized a few faces. They were with Vincent earlier that evening. “Freaking hell, tonight’s been a drag! I can’t believe how tough the menace has gotten!” “Shh! Keep your voice down. Don Colleo is in a foul mood right now.” “What’s there to be scared of? If you ask me, Evelyn needs to be taken down a peg. She was Don Colleo’s lapdog. Does she think she’s a big deal just by putting on some designers?”

Now what was going to happen? "You two make yourselves comfortable," the sergeant told them. "That loose box over there is not being used right now and it's got fresh straw on the floor from the look of it. Just relax and take it easy. I'm here to see that you're looked after. I'm Sergeant Pedro Martinus. If you want me I'll be just outside the door, collecting taxes with the lieutenant." The sergeant returned to his duties, every so often returning to the barn to deposit fresh loot, sorry, I meant taxes, and to check that the girls were fine.

"I've already submitted my resignation. I'm no longer part of the Valeri Family. You have no right to do this!" "Don Valeri has instructed us that Ms. Costa's wishes are his wishes," the bodyguard said, voice cold as ice. In the dead of winter, I knelt at the gate for seven long hours. My knees were scraped and raw, my face purple from the cold, and I couldn't stop shivering. The only thing that kept me upright was sheer will. My consciousness was waning, and I vaguely heard someone calling my name. When I looked up, I saw Luna sprinting toward me.

Besides, I don't think Lorenzo would want me to make such a sacrifice for him. I scoffed inwardly. In the end, it was Lorenzo's secretary who came and donated blood. After the surgery, Sofia didn't even bother to follow the gurney to Lorenzo's hospital room before getting up to leave straightaway. The secretary stopped her, his tone slightly displeased. "Ms. Ciampi, Don Moretti was injured because of you, and you're just going to leave like this?" Sofia glanced at Lorenzo's pale face, then answered lightly, "Staying here through his surgery was already my way of repaying him."

He wanted to lock her away in the Grayson manor, in the darkest room of the basement if necessary, to ensure that no other living soul could witness the fire she carried. Beside him, Donovan Tang remained remarkably still, but his doting expression had shifted into something more territorial. The "Iron Commander" was no longer just an admirer; he was a sentry. The silent war between the two titans had reached a boiling point. The dance was over, but the real confrontation was just beginning.