Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

As Harry stepped up to the podium, Donovan sat poised in his seat, his eyes fixed on his opponent with an unreadable gaze. Dressed in a sharp suit, Donovan exuded an air of confidence and authority, his presence commanding attention even in the midst of a crowded auditorium. Boma's friend Hilda leaned over, her voice barely above a whisper. "Look at Donovan," she murmured, her eyes tracing the lines of his profile. "He's positively captivating, isn't he? So handsome and intimidating all at once." Boma felt her cheeks flush with warmth as she stole a glance at Donovan, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. She couldn't deny that her husband possessed a magnetic allure, his strong pre

Arnou looked shocked at my tears because I had told him to agree then switched up on him at the last minute. “Daciana-” he started in a panic but Alisa cut him off immediately. “I'm so ashamed of you Arnou! How could you sucummb so easily to her demands? You've agreed to spend a night with her even though you haven't consummated your marriage!” Alisa howled at Arnou as she left her seat and came to shout at his face. Arnou tried protesting but granny faced him before he could say a word. “How could you Arnou? So dissapionting. It's like you always waited for this opportunity. It's embarrassing that you agreed so quickly, poor Daciana,” Granny yelled at Arnoh angrily with a dissaproving frown

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

“Let her go, Sword Bearer, or you’ll kill her!” Dorian shouted. Alaric only growled, his fangs inching closer to my neck. “Mine!” Dorian didn’t waste a second. In one swift motion, his left hand reached into his gray robe. He pulled out a long silver syringe filled with a thick black liquid. Without warning, Dorian plunged the needle into the side of Alaric’s neck, pushing the plunger all the way down.

With how he looked,Dante didn’t qualify for being her parent. What the Dean couldn't figure out was that, why did Dante come all the way here to help Renee? Was it just because Aurora was going to marry Fabiano? "Parent? I asked my secretary to find out about the girl my daughter had bullied and he said she was from a Gallo family…the daughter of one Rico Gallo…this can’t be him.Who are you?"Aryann’s father furrowed his eyebrows fiercely. "I'm Dante Moretti." "What? You're Dante Moretti. How can it be possible? It's rumored that Dante Moretti is... is an... "

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.”

I had a whole argument ready, stacked and loaded. I shut my mouth instead. My jaw stayed tight enough to ache, but I shut it. Rylan picked his reading back up. I stood there for another three seconds just so it didn't look like I was listening to him. Then I went to find coffee. Dorian showed up mid-morning and announced himself by nearly giving Torin a reason to break his nose at the front door. He looked terrible, twitchy, darting glances at every window as he walked through the entrance hall like he expected something to come through the glass at him. He made it two steps toward me before he touched my elbow and leaned in.

Lucien yelled and Don Luciano laughed like he had just cracked a joke. For some unknown reasons, his laughter sent shivers down my spine as they echoed around the whole room. "I don't need a prep-talk from a boy, barely man enough to treat his wife right? Didn't you abandon Aria for your slutty secretary and oh! that reminds, punish her for the death of your ex-wife, when she absolutely had nothing to do with it?" Don Luciano inquired as he brought out a cigar from the case in his hand, before lighting it up and puffing out the smoke in the face of his son.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”