Alan Campbell Dorian Gray Novels & Stories

He might be elderly, obese, and unattractive. "ancient , obese, and ugly. I wished those were the only aspects of Damon about which I needed to be concerned." "G****e him, then. Internet-accessible images of him must exist." Gianna stood up, grabbed my laptop off of my desk, and sat down next to me with our sides touching. We discovered a number of images and articles about Damon. I had never seen someone with such icy gray eyes. I could easily picture the way those eyes must have stared down at his victims before he shot them in the head.

will endure things that you never had to before. I will watch Dalton make mistakes and watch you have to navigate through them.” He sighed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. His blonde hair sticking up all over the place. I never really paid attention to Connelly, but he was a good looking man. Long and lean with just enough muscle. His eyes gleamed in the same amber color that everyone else in the pack had and he had blonde hair the color of the sun. He was tan and had scarring across his face. I wondered if all Lycans were tan, “What are you getting at, Con?” He looked out of the giant stained glass window that made a complete wall in Dalton’s office, “I questioned Dalton’s auth

I asked. "A man by the name of Dorian." He said and I raised my eyebrows. "Dorian? Like Dorian Gray? That famous story?" I asked innocently and Adrian sighed. "Yes, like that famous story." He said looking at me like I'm the stupidest woman alive. "Dorian was one of the high ups in Europol, he's obsessed with weapons. He has been interested in ILLICIT since ILLICIT started and he wants to be a part of us too." Adrian said as he looked at the cube again. He then let me hold it.

“Yeah excuse you. Ignoring the instructions of the host is rude. The invite clearly specified black and white attire. What is this?” “I don’t think that should be a problem.” The woman stepped forward with a serene smile. “I’m Brent Gray. Nice to meet you.” Melissa’s face drained of color, her eyes widening in utter shock, almost popping out of their sockets. “What? G…Gray as in..” “I’m the daughter of Mr Gray of Gray corporation. I’m representing my father here. He’s not in good health. What I did not know is that this is how you welcome your guests. I’m hig….”

~"~ Back in the camp’s heart, Adam and Jasper moved with lethal grace, closing the distance before the spy could vanish into the trees. A swift, silent grapple ensued. The spy struggled briefly, but years of training couldn’t save them from the weight of justice. Adam’s voice was low and icy. “It’s over. Your lies have been exposed.” ~"~ Under the flicker of torchlight, the spy’s hood was drawn back, revealing a shocked and pale face - a figure well-known among the allied wolves. It was Dorian, a strategist from the Black Claw Pack, whose loyalty had long been whispered over hushed fireside talks but never confirmed.

I had just taken a sip of water, trying to calm my restless nerves, when I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Dorian. Of course. He approached my side of the table slowly, with the smugness of a wolf who thought he had the upper hand. “Didn’t expect to see you so… revitalized, Dominic,” he said coolly, his eyes glittering with unspoken malice. “Must be something in the air. Or perhaps someone in your bed?” A few Alphas glanced up, sensing tension, but no one said anything yet. I didn’t even blink. “Ah, Dorian,” I said, setting down my glass with calm precision. “Still obsessed with what’s in my bed? You should really get a hobby. Or therapy.”

"She's the Dhampir, Mackenzie." Mr Jones turns to Mackenzie with a skeptical look and says, "Prove it." Mackenzie shifts, getting in his face and I swear his face drained of all color. She shifts back, smirking at him. "Now, can I get something to eat," she asks and he nods vigorously. "Anita keeps her job, got it?" "Y-y-yes," he stammers. "I'll have two specials and Anita will join me," she says lacing her fingers with mine. "We're having what you humans call our first date."

“I fear war is upon us.” “We just don't know what game they are playing.” He replied. What is Dorian Gray of Grimshade pack up to?

Dorian frowned, his expression unreadable. “Fine,” he said after a pause. “Just wait for a moment.” Before anyone could question him, he disappeared, only to return after a brief break. Unease crept up my spine as I saw him carrying unconscious Carlos. My heart leapt straight to my throat. Dorian stood before Scarlett and wrapped his extended claws around Carlos’s fragile neck, his voice cold and deadly. “Confess your crimes if you want your son to live.” “No!” My heart leapt to my throat.

he said, his voice low and firm. I blinked, caught off guard. “I’m fine,” I replied quickly, but my voice sounded smaller than I intended. “No, you’re not,” he said, already moving toward me. “Let’s go.” He didn’t wait for permission. Dorian just reached for me and gently helped me up from my seat. Grace glanced up, surprised. “Dorian, where are you going?” Dorian’s voice was cold. “Candice is burned.” “She said she’s fine,” Grace said, brushing it off like it was nothing. “Alora’s the one who—”