Shout Out Danger Force Novels & Stories

“Let’s see if they can reach you before it does.” The prototype lunged. Lena screamed. Level Six — Elias & Alexander Elias dropped to his knees suddenly. Alexander grabbed him. “Elias—hey—HEY! What’s wrong?!” Elias’s eyes widened in horror. “She’s in danger. Something’s coming for her—something strong.” Alexander tightened his grip. “Then we MOVE!” Elias roared, surged to his feet— And blasted the last door open with a flash of gold. They ran. Down the stairs.

He dialed the boss's number and put me on the call. "Hello, sir," he greeted. "How's the operation going?" my boss asked. "Things are going south fast," Danger reported. "We need backup, pronto." "Hold tight, I've got a team waiting for you at Yellow Sand Road," the boss replied. I couldn't help but smile at the prospect of a high-stakes rescue. "Get here in one piece, and let's show these wannabes who's boss," he added before hanging up.

I could hear their roars, the signal shot had been made. Good. That meant we had a chance. “Go!” I shouted at Allison, pushing her forward. “Don’t stop running!” She moved, dragging Juliet along while her mother held Jake close. They were shaking, terrified—but they were moving. That was all that mattered. We fought our way through. Every step forward cost something. I fired again. Scar took one down before he could even aim. Diego covered our flank. The sound of bullets hitting concrete, bodies dropping, water rushing—it all blurred together.

His weapon clattered to the ground. Danger, Francesco’s consigliere, lunged. His knife found flesh, ripping through the side of a man swinging a rusted crowbar. The man grunted, staggering back, clutching his ribs. Blood seeped between his fingers. Danger’s shot rang out, missing Scar by inches. Scar fired back — three quick shots. One hit Danger's shoulder, spinning him. Another man swung a machete, aiming for Danger's neck. He ducked, rolled, and came up with his knife slicing through tendons. The man screamed, dropping his blade.

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

It is the kind of smile that belongs to a man who has just decided the game will be more dangerous if he sits close enough to touch the blade. By four o’clock, Julian Hart will be sitting across from him. By four o’clock, Adrian will remind him that beautifully written humiliation still has consequences.

"Come on, now, we got this shit, don't worry." I give coach a side glare. "Last time I heard that from you, I ended up in a fucking cell. Don't jinx us and say something like:'Oh, shit, you're so screwed.'". "Oh, shit, you're so screwed." he obliges my request and I nod my head, pleased. "Thank you." "On a serious note though, don't be nervous. Today you will walk out of here a free man, mark my words." "Consider them marked." I reply and hope that was it for the banter and the fucking pep talk.

Shoot. I waited. Reuben was screaming orders. Alyssa was gone—vanished in the crossfire like a ghost. Then Jillian saw me. His voice cut through everything. “Duck!” I dropped as another shot exploded behind me. Reuben was trying to escape, limping toward the door. I raised the gun. Aimed. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pull the trigger. Jillian fired first. Reuben collapsed in the doorway, groaning. Alive. But barely.

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

His voice rumbled with a dangerous edge, sending shivers down the spines of anyone within earshot. Kurt, the middle triplet, radiated an intense aura of power as his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. His muscles bulged with the raw strength that surged through his veins, ready to unleash a torrent of retribution upon their enemy. His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated with a chilling promise. "You have awoken a wrath within us that you cannot begin to comprehend. No one hurts our Mate and gets away with it."