Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

Sergeant Chriswell bellowed, his shots continuing, though he struggled to discern a target. "Shit!" he cursed, realizing he had run out of bullets. His gaze fell upon the sheriff's fallen gun, and he swiftly retrieved it, clinging to a flicker of hope. But then, a chilling presence seized him from behind, slamming him forcefully against the wall. "I heard you've been looking for me," Damian said, his eyes burning a malevolent red. The sergeant summoned his last ounces of strength to resist Damian's assault, but his resistance was futile. Damian crushed him against the wall, his hand plunging into the sergeant's chest, seeking his heart.

“Brother Zoran!” Darryl’s father, Daniel Darby shouted upon seeing that with anxiety written all over his face! Over the past year, Daniel and his wife had been cultivating hard at the Carter family and had achieved the Level Five Master General, but his power was too insignificant before Donoghue! “Carter, it’s time for you to die,” Donoghue spoke coldly at that moment and raised the Sky Breaking Axe again! “Brother Zoran!” Daniel shouted upon seeing that and rushed right in front of Zoran to protect him without a second thought!

The reporter stepped onto the stage and took the microphone from the host's hand. "Dr. Rivers, I'll answer your question shortly." She turned to face the audience. "Hello everyone, I'm Tara Mitchell, a reporter and one of the organizers of this event. Next, we'll be playing a message left by our body donor." The large screen on stage began to display footage. In the video, I sat on a beach, looking toward the camera. "Hello everyone, I'm Julian Rivers. I love sunshine, the sky, and the ocean, so as you can see, isn't the sea behind me beautiful? Actually, I wanted to visit the beach with my parents for a vacation.

The farmers I trained just this morning try to fight back with wooden swords and dull axes, but they are being slaughtered mercilessly. “Damn it!” I curse, yanking the claymore from my back. “Stay behind me, Maeve!” “I’m not hiding!” Maeve snaps back immediately. Her eyes flare bright silver. “I’m going to put out the fire!” In the middle of the burning village square, Dorian Duskborne is dodging sword strikes while throwing explosive formula bottles. “Finally done making out?!” Dorian shouts the second he sees us. He ducks beneath an arrow. “Mind cleaning up this trash, Sword Bearer?!”

After shouting, he spun around and barked at a nearby bodyguard. "Take her body and dump it in the city landfill!" The bodyguard hesitated, glancing at me. "Don, she's the Donna's mother. This... this might break the code, right?" Lorenzo jammed his gun against the man's head and roared. "She won't sign, will she? She likes cursing my Madre, does she? Today, I'll show her what happens when you disrespect the Falcone family's Madre!" "Do as I say. If the sky falls, I, the Don, will hold it up!"

Alex asked. "Give me a moment," Dune said. "Okay," Alex responded. As the AI took its time, Alex decided to take a shower. He emerged from the bathroom, still drying his hair, when Dune spoke up. "Hello, Alex. I found limited information. Operation Sentinel Resolve was two years ago, led by Sergeant O'Connor. It had a tragic ending with only one survivor and became a highly classified case. I do not have access to more details," Dune reported.

"I mean no harm." Zara took a step forward, her face reserved. "Who are you?" After hesitating, the man responded. "Doran is my name. For weeks, I have been hidden among these cliffs. Anyone who gets in their way has been the target of the patrols. Lyra examined him closely, weighing every aspect with an analytical mind. She questioned, "Why would they hunt you?" Doran's eyes glowed in alarm. His response was, "Because I know their secrets," "I can help you, but only if you take me with you."

“Olivia? Are you okay? We won the war." “Stay away from her." Doran looked at me, confused. He took a step back and smiled. “What is going on, André? Come on. We should be celebrating. We won." “Who are you, Doran?" He sighed and attempted to take another step toward me, but I snarled, and he backed away. “André…” "You didn't answer my question, Doran. Who. Are. You?” He gave a dry chuckle. "You know who I am, André. It's me, your Beta, and your best friend. I don't think that has changed in the last few minutes.”