Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

The door open, snapping my attention to it, my spirit dropped when John came in. I was hoping it was Marco sneaking. “Donna.” He stared, was confirming the bullshit the journalist has said. I shook my head, swallowing the thick lumps that have formed in my throat. “Where's Marco.” My voice broke, “I ask a question.” I demanded when he didn't say anything. His stare was fixed on the floor, I saw him fisting his palm and his body shook as if he were holding back his emotions. “Don is dead.” Even is voice was more broken than mine.

“But you’ve got this. You do. You remember the choreography, right?” I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. Professor Marwood didn’t wait. “Amara Dorne of House Viremont, third-blood to Councilor Elaine Dorne, and Caelin Harren of House Myrren, first-son to the Delta Wardens of southern Lirath. Step forward.” Another pair.

one whispered. “He’s not turning!” Joseph bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos. “He’s sick, but he’s not infected!” “No one cares!” the sergeant snapped, moving toward Joseph. He grabbed Joseph by the collar, pulling him close. “Who are you? And why the hell should we believe you?” --- Joseph took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with determination. “My name is Joseph Erickson. I’m with the Army combat force.” The sergeant froze, his grip loosening. “Combat force?”

Then I saw him. Darien stood just inside the gates, his dark tactical clothing dusted with snow, his hair windswept and damp against his forehead. He looked tired. Lines of fatigue carved shadows beneath his eyes that hadn’t been there this morning. But he was whole. He was standing. He was here. Cain stood behind him, equally worn, scanning the compound with the automatic vigilance of a soldier. Just Cain. No Ronan. No Kael or Turk. No squad of dire wolves at their backs.

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

“I haven’t seen your face before.” “No, ma’am,” he replies politely. “I’m Don Nero’s driver.” “Oh.” I nod, feeling Nero’s annoyance radiates off him in waves, which only makes me want to push harder just to piss him off. “What’s your name sir?” “Sergio, ma’am,” he answers while his eyes dart nervously to the rearview mirror. To Nero. “Please, call me Elara.” I offer him a warm smile. “You’re old enough to be my father.” Nero is boiling beside me which means I’m on the right path.

"Don't," Sienna said sharply. "Don't pretend to have a sudden sisterly affection. I can see through manipulation. I've been captive to a master of it for weeks." Behind Sienna, still positioned by the doors, Luca remained silent. Watching, assessing, giving Sienna the confrontation she needed. Serena's gaze shifted to him, assessment clear even in the dim lighting. "Mr. Romano. The Don who's been chasing me for twenty years." "I was chasing a fantasy," Luca said, his voice cold. "You're just the disappointing reality."

he addressed Dorian as soon as they came down. “No problem. But where is Ronan? We are already late. We'll make a stop at Sedona’s house then go from there.” “I am here, alpha. I’m sorry, Alpha King.” The tall guy appeared from behind as soon as Dorian finished speaking. He bowed respectfully and when he straightened he grinned good-naturedly. Dorian nodded in acknowledgement. “Stop adding the ‘king’ already,” he muttered as he opened the door for Serena to get in.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e