Ac Unity Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

“Um…what, sorry? Oh, where I’m from? Downtown by the courts. What’s your name?” “Dorian,” was all he said. There was a brief pause in my expression before reality crashed down heavily on me. How could I have missed it? That unrivaled air of authority, the god-like aura, the wickedly sexy looks. Only one family in North Creekville had perfect command over things like this; the Grimaldis. Not just any Grimaldi, Dorian Grimaldi. The same Dorian Grimaldi who owned Creekville’s biggest club, Ace. The same Dorian Grimaldi who was the only heir to the Grimaldi empire. The very same Dorian Grimaldi who was notoriously known for his reputation as the most unattainable man in the city. Yes, that same

His pink dress coat was a sharp and horrible contrast to the blue of his hair yet somehow the guy still found confidence in it. “The biggest threat in the lands, Alpha Darius Hart… the wind speaks of your strength, no?” Arnold said as we met halfway. His strong northern accent didn’t need extra introductions. He had to be the real Arnold of the North.

Before Antler could argue or call him wrong, Dorian rose from his seat. “Hi, Boss.” She greeted Dorian, who flicked his wrist to dismiss her, “Hmm.” Stunned, Antler was watching Ariana standing gracefully, giving him a smile and the heaviness of their last confrontation made him swallow hard. ‘My…. Redemption?’

“We need him.” Arkyn watches me for a second, then sighs, his expression softening just a fraction. “Look, I know this shit with Zane is getting to you. But you can’t lose focus now. We’re getting reinforcements, and we’re closing in on the witches. But you need to keep your head in the game.” I grit my teeth, nodding. “I know.” “Do you?” Arkyn steps closer, his voice dropping. “Because I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’ve seen how much this has messed with you.”

Dorian takes an angry bite of his bread and turns to look back at Ronan, muttering profanities under his breath. Dorian is the son of Winona Cruz – President Cardenas' sister and the Alpha of the Legend pack, where Alpha court is located. It’s not a secret that his older sister is set to become the Luna of the Blackwood Pack. That is, if Ronan can stop postponing his ceremony. “What does your Mom plan to do about it.”

A beam of sword light flashed quickly. Dorian, who knew how amazing Little Apple was, made his best move. In terms of swordsmanship, Dorian was only second to Jason, and even better than the Andersons. Dorian, the first person in the previous heavenly leaderboard, finally reached the top level and had surpassed many experts. Besides the Guardian and the clan leader of the Inuit, only Achilles in the west could compete with him. The rest of the people had undoubtedly been surpassed by Dorian. However, Little Apple was an exception. Three years ago, Little Apple still needed to rely on the potential energy in his body. But in this year or so, Little Apple had apparently digested a lot and beca

Alpha Aleksandr of the Eastern Realm sat rigid beside him with rugged features, dark brown hair and amber eyes hard as flint with a pale scar nicking one brow as he tracked every move Orion made. At the far end of the table sat Chancellor Dawson, the lone human among Lycans. His thin fingers were clasped tightly together atop a stack of papers, his expression carefully composed. Yet, the faint tang of fear rolling off him was impossible to miss. Orion took his seat at the head of the table. "Let's begin." Caspian's smirk deepened. "You're late, Orion." Orion shot him a sidelong glance. "And yet, I'm still the one you waited for."

POV: Araya The clearing still smelled of yesterday’s rain — damp earth, pine, and the faint metallic tang of steel left too long in the weather. My bare feet sank into the soil, grounding me before the first strike came. Dorian was already waiting. No shirt. No armour. Just loose training trousers that made it far too easy to follow the way his muscles shifted beneath skin. The bone-forged blade from the altar rested against a stump, but today he was unarmed.

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to