Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

Then the Beta stepped forward with a daughter at his side—tall, polished, wearing a ceremonial gown like she’d been born into it. Selah Dorne. Her scent rolled across the clearing like roses over rot—too sweet, too sharp, too deliberate. Kieran faced her without looking away from me. “I accept Selah Dorne,” he said, as if the words didn’t cost him anything. The priest hesitated—then lifted the bowl, forced by politics, by pressure, by the pack’s watching eyes. The Moonwater shimmered. And then— It turned black. A ripple spread across the surface, dark as bruised ink.

Kael's POV "You haven't slept in three days, sir." Doran's voice came from the doorway. I did not turn around. "You'll find I haven't asked you, Doran." "No. You haven't." The old beta stayed in the doorway anyway. He had been my father's seneschal before he had been mine. He had stood in that exact doorway, in that exact tone, for forty-one years. He had outlasted three kings, two wars, and one wife.

I said. The figure stepped from the shadows—tall, broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked hair and eyes like shattered glass. Donovan, former Gamma of the Thorn Claw Pack. Banished after turning rogue. Dangerous. Desperate. Perfect. “I heard you were alive,” he said, voice rough. “Didn’t expect a summons from a caged pup.” I smirked. “I’m not the one in chains anymore.” He chuckled darkly, and something in his eyes shifted—respect, perhaps. Or curiosity. “What do you want, Ama?”

Without hesitation, he answered. "Hello, Don" a voice said "I have the location of the traitors" Silvio's voice was low, controlled "Good, send me the address and arrange the men" "Noted, Don" Then the call ended. ******* That evening, at Damian's apartment, Damian stood completely naked. Kneeling before him was Mira, equally bare. Her lips wrapped around his cock as she took him deep, her mouth moving with urgency. Damian's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he groaned softly with every motion.

She whined and it felt like strings were pulled against my heart and I blinked repeatedly trying to stop the tears from clouding my vision. "I know, it hurts. I know but please just calm down for me. You'll be fine. The both of you." Marko better pray I never get the opportunity to kill him because he would die the most painful death ever by laying hands on my best friend. "Damn…" I heard Van Dranen groggily mutter as he placed both hands on either side of his temples. At least they're both alive. "Giovanna?" He called, leaning forward as he rubbed his hands on his head and I kept speeding.

He glanced at his father from the corner of his bleeding eye as he held his dislocated jaw. Beta Brock and Alpha Corien were behind Alpha Dax. Deep green eyes stared at Dorien from the door. A murderous aura filled the room as Dorien locked eyes with the owner of those eyes. Dorien tore his gaze from Marian, returning his eyes to his father. “I,” Dorien croaked, “I,” his eyes snapped to Reyland, then, for the first time, his eyes scanned the room. Dorien had never met the Alpha King. He didn’t know who he was, but he knew the Whitehall uniform, and he knew the stance of a pack Alpha.

By oath. Born of the Blood Flame Clan, sworn to track and destroy rogues and the supernaturals the world pretended didn’t exist. His father, once Chief-In-Command, had died violently, and grief had carved Dryann into steel. He wore discipline like armor. He had find balance in love. In one man. his husband. “Dan?” he called softly into the quiet house. No answer. But the scent of grilled meat drifted from the backyard. A slow smile tugged at his lips. He knew where.

"Well, if it isn't our dear Ms. Nina Lace. You stabbed Dante in the back back then, but now that he's become the mafia Don living in glory. Someone must be feeling pretty regretful, right?” "I heard that you're gonna marry that half-dead geezer from the Boone family. That old man's useless, so you'll definitely be lonely later. Why don't you have some fun with us first..." Before I knew it, Dante had appeared behind them and kicked those spoiled brats.

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

Did she knew this guy somewhere? "What?" she replied in a bored voice. Chloe remembered that this body with a name Dana was the same General Dana Rein, the famous 24th Blood Star, who died 50 years ago to protect the Kingdom of Demetrius from Illinor. But she noticed that the whole place seemed peaceful. Was this after the war? Impossible. General Dana would be dead after the war. "We're not supposed to slack off. We have to go now." The boy looked worried. And Dana seemed unfazed.