Adetoye_Eniola

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In a world where technology and mysticism intertwine, Dante Kieran wakes up to a reality altered beyond recognition. A mysterious artifact has bonded with him, rewriting his destiny and unlocking powers beyond human comprehension.

Hunted by secret organizations, feared by the elite, and drawn into a battle older than time itself, Dante must navigate a treacherous path of betrayal, ambition, and forbidden knowledge. Alongside three breathtakingly powerful women—each harboring secrets of their own—he will uncover the truth behind the artifact, his past, and the cosmic forces at play.

But power comes with a price, and as the line between hero and villain blurs, Dante must decide: Will he be humanity’s savior or its destruction?

The Genesis has begun.


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ROUGE GENESIS

Dante crouched low, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. The rustling had stopped. But he could feel them—watching.

The air was thick with tension. The scent of burning metal still lingered, but beneath it was something else—something metallic and wrong.

Lyra stirred beside him, groaning as she pressed a hand to her bleeding forehead. "Dante… what's…" She trailed off, her gaze catching the eerie glow in his eyes.

Before he could answer, a low growl rumbled from the darkness beyond the wreckage.

Shadows detached from the night, creeping forward with unnatural grace. Their bodies were sleek, humanoid, but wrong—too elongated, too fluid. Their eyes gleamed with a sickly silver light, like predators that had adapted to hunt in the void.

The name surfaced in his mind like a long-buried nightmare. He had seen them before—in flashes of pain, in fevered hallucinations while he lay strapped to that table. The experiments weren't just about him. These creatures… they were part of it.

The lead hound tilted its head, studying him with an almost human curiosity. Then, in a single, fluid motion—

Time seemed to slow. His body reacted on pure instinct, muscles coiling with newfound strength. He twisted, his arm snapping up—catching the hound's throat mid-air.

The creature snarled, its claws swiping for his face, but Dante was already moving. With a sharp pivot, he slammed it into the ground with bone-crushing force.

The other two leaped at him, their bodies blurring with unnatural speed—

His fist connected with the nearest one's ribcage. There was a sickening crunch as the hound was sent flying, crashing into the smoldering wreckage. The third was nearly on him—its fangs bared, dripping with venom—

The hound jerked, its head snapping back before it collapsed in a heap.

Lyra stood behind him, gun raised, smoke curling from the barrel. Her hands were steady, but her eyes—her eyes—were filled with something unreadable as she looked at him.

"You're faster than you should be," she murmured. "Stronger than even I predicted."

Dante exhaled, his fingers still trembling with energy. He looked down at his own hands—his veins pulsing faintly with a golden glow.

"What the hell did you people do to me?"

Lyra's lips parted as if she was about to answer—

But then a sharp, inhuman shriek tore through the night.

Beyond the wreckage, dozens of silver eyes gleamed in the darkness. The rest of the pack had arrived.

And this time, they weren't just hunting.

PREDATORS IN THE DARK.