Ac Unity Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

Derand, Dorian’s father, looked at Carter with absolute contempt, as if he were a smudge on the furniture, something that didn't fit the decor. "You should consider your friendships more often, son. The help shouldn't weigh in on family matters," the man declared, taking Dorian by the arm to lead him toward the exit. Before crossing the threshold, Dorian’s body tensed; Astaroth took control for a single second just to turn his head and wink at Uriel with triumphant malice. "What are you doing?" Uriel questioned himself the moment he saw Astaroth's wink. Uriel didn't wait. He abandoned Carter’s body, leaving the assistant disoriented in the office, and moved like a flash of invisible light to

His eyes had gone distant—fixed on something only he seemed to understand. The corridor doors behind them shattered inward. Not opened. Broken. A unit stepped through. Black armor. Council insignia. Suppression blades humming with unstable resonance. Designed for one purpose: Containment of awakened bloodlines. Or elimination. And behind them— he arrived. High Arbiter Dorian Vex. Calm. Controlled. Absolute authority in human form. He did not look at anyone first. He looked toward the direction of the chamber below. As if he could already feel her.

I whisper to Dario as he unties me while my eyes are trained on the two fighting in front of us. “The enemy took our Queen; why wouldn’t I come?” “Ugh, Dario, I told you not to call me that,” I say, knowing this is not the time for pleasantries, especially since it looks like Dante has the upper hand. Then again, the man is a literal weapon now and built for killing. When I look again, Arman has knocked Dante to the ground with a punch to his head, pinning him and aiming his punches at Dante’s face. Dante twists himself and gets on top, dazing Arman with a blow to his temple.

"Miss Myers, allow me to handle your luggage. Please get in the car with Mr. Lamont first." Luana, noting the driver's deferential attitude toward Dorian, was filled with curiosity. She climbed into the car somewhat bewildered and couldn't help but glance sideways at Dorian. "What do you do for a living?" Over the past year in the UK, Luana had never seen Dorian go to work. Why was everyone now addressing him as Mr. Lamont upon their return? Dorian raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with arrogance. "I'm an architect." The driver turned his head and added, "Mr. Lamont is an internationally renowned architect, ranked second in the world."

He had on just a pair of blue boxers and a former white but currently blood and sweat soaked singlet. "My, oh my, now, how should I go about my entry," I thought out loud with an unconscious and certainly spooky grin, sure Marcus wouldn't hear from the distance. "How about you play with him a little bit. He kept yelling that we'd pay for this because we had no idea who we're dealing with. He claimed to be 'one of the best and trusted employees of the powerful Antonio Leonardo Robles'," Arnold informed with a chuckle. "Unbelievable. He has the audacity to still stick with that tattle tale," Lauren mumbled in disgust.

“Save it, Selena.” A tall, slender young man dressed all in black approached the group. He had long flowing hair, dark as night and eyes the color of storm clouds. I took Nina by the hand, and we left the limo together, curious to see their reactions. The man called Arno could have been a carbon copy of Janus. “Oh, shit!” Teo laughed, clapping a hand on his thigh. Tasha aimed another blow at his head which he dodged. “Well, I’ll be damned.” Hunter muttered.

“What the hell happened out there?” Christian slides the memory card across the desk to Daryl, “This may help” Daryl eyes it sceptically but slots it into his laptop but before he presses play, there is a knock at the door. Christian opens it and one of the omegas passes in a pair of my joggers which I am grateful for and hastily pull them on.

“What, you think you’re the law around here? Please. You’re a joke.” Both of them growled loudly, and I was trapped in the collision of two incredibly powerful auras. Only now did I realize that Dorian possessed a terrifying Alpha strength behind the scent of his chemical medicines. All this time, he had been suppressing it to appear like the other students. But Dorian was almost as strong as Alaric. “You wanna report Reeve and me? Go ahead. Try me.” “I know you dragged Reeve Nightwhisper into whatever twisted scheme you’re running, Dorian!” Alaric snapped.

To beg for it to stop. But I've done my research. I know what that thing can do. And I'm going to beat it. Behind the glass wall, shadows move. The audience. I can't see their faces clearly, just silhouettes. Watching. Waiting to see me break like all the others. Dorian stands beside the platform, clipboard in hand. He's the owner of this club, the creator of The Gauntlet. Tall, dark hair silvering at the temples, the kind of calm that comes from watching dozens of women fall apart on this machine. He's seen it all. Nothing impresses him anymore.

Presence. Lucian stepped forward first. Dorian did not bare his throat. Not because he lacked power—but because he did not need to prove it. There was something ancient in him now, old in a way that had nothing to do with years. He chose restraint. "I am Aethone," Dorian said evenly, his Lycan's voice gravely from non-use, carried the quiet weight of something ancient. "And my wolf is Varr, Your Highness." He inclined his head—not in submission, but in respect freely given.