Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

The mechanism ground once more, slow and reluctant, but this time it moved the right direction, widening rather than closing, and Sera nearly collapsed with relief as the opening finally cleared enough for both her and Oren to climb free. They emerged into the chapel's ruined nave to find Dorian standing over a crumpled figure in dark robes, breathing hard, a torn academy insignia visible at the intruder's collar. "An academy servant." Renna's voice was grim as she knelt to examine the unconscious figure. "Paid, I'd wager, rather than a true believer in House Corvane's cause. Someone desperate enough for coin to risk sealing three people beneath ancient stone." "Is he alive?" Sera asked, sti

The oppressive energy that radiated from him seemed to zero in on its target. The room erupted in murmurs of disbelief. John had come for Dustin. He was not here for the day’s events. He was certainly not here to fight on Archie’s behalf. One was a legendary martial artist whose name carried immense respect across Grayvale. The other… a lowly security guard brought along by Shawna. What possible connection could there be between them? He was a Legendary Martial Saint. Yet, he seemed to have come specifically for a mere security guard… “Mr. Donner, if our security guard has offended you in any way, please, feel free to deal with him however you see fit. He’s nothing more than a lowly servant—

Good. Midmorning, the lock turned. The man who stepped inside carried charm the way others carried weapons; openly, confidently, without apology. Dark hair, a smile designed to disarm, eyes far too sharp for a man who relied on charisma alone. “Vittoria Guerra,” he said lightly. “Dante Costello.” Second in command. I knew it instantly. Not because of rank, but because the guards behind him straightened just slightly. He didn’t ask permission to enter.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

Although, there were updates from time to time, them being here was either going to be really good or really bad news. “We thought we would give you an update.” Detective Calloway said. “Maybe we should sit down.” PC Torres responded. I shook my head and stood my ground. Whatever it was they needed to spit it out and rip the band aid off. “Very well. Dan was located and arrested at 6:45am this morning. He is in police custody and has been charged with kidnap, rape and attempted murder.”

Everything were being done fast for them, be it treating their grave injuries blanketing them with thick blankets, and even feeding them a warm sumptuous soups that were just finished cooking. “Young man…Let me introduce myself, I am Sergeant Dolo, Squad Leader of Scout Team 11, of the Eternal Night Division, of Aeternum Royal Army.…Can you tell me who is the Village chief or the Tribe Chief here?…I apologize, if you were still in shocked by these must be done fast…could you please tell me?..”.(Sergeant Dolo)

She came to him slowly, as if sensing something was wrong before she stood close to him while took in their visitors. He felt a small sense of pride at the victory. She was starting to not only feel comfortable around him but was learning to go to him when she needed to feel protected. Ronan clearing his throat finally snapped his eyes away from his hypnotizing mate. He had almost forgotten there were others here. "Doriane, this is Ronan, my Beta, or second in command. This is Hayley, his mate, and two of my other warriors, Dave and Lewis." Levi pointed at the individuals in the room and Doriane gave them a small greeting. She hid behind her hair a little, but it was better than when he firs

"This is hideous" I scoffed. "Aren't you hideous?" I asked him. He wanted to say something nasty to me, but he stopped when his eyes landed on Donavon. "You're..." he trailed off waiting for Donavon to complete his words. "Hi, I'm Donavon MacMillan, Daphne's mate" Dante stared at Donavon for a few seconds, then burst into fits of laughter amidst series of cough, he held his stomach as he tried to keep on laughing.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. My car broke down halfway and my phone died, so I'm only calling you now. Could you please cancel the order and not file a complaint?" "What?" I looked in shock at the man driving in front. His smile remained unchanged as he said politely, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Clarissa Diamante. I'm FBI Agent Rory Fulton."

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"