Arno Victor Dorian Novels & Stories

Her presence steels my nerves. We reach the clearing. The cave yawns open like a hungry mouth, and the enemy waits. Rogues. Dozens. No masks. No mercy. They form a living barricade around the cave mouth like sentries of hell. And Dorian stands among them. He looks different. Taller. Pale. Something… inhuman. “You’re late,” he drawls. “Touch him and you die,” I bark to my warriors. “He’s mine.” Dorian raises the perfume vial and sprays it across his neck like it’s cologne, not corruption.

He added cryptically. “Win her? How?” I asked and Dorian smiled. “Leave that to me. And now, let’s talk about payment. I’m not doing this for free.” I felt a little wary at his words but Ron immediately interjected. “How much do you want? I can pay any price to have Brianne back home.” I looked at Ron in surprise. I thought he hated his wife for making him reject his mate. Why was he so desperate to have her back. Dorian gave a dry laugh at that. “Do I look like I need your money, Alpha?” He said and I took one look at the expensive VIP section and realized that he didn’t.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

a woman yelled from the back. “Ma!” he yelled back. “I am about to bring home your son-in-law!” There was a crash in the back before a spatula came flying out, heading for Enzo’s head with frightening accuracy. “Stop bothering the customers!” “Fine,” he grumbled and then winked at Dorian before strutting away. Dorian watched Enzo’s hips sway until he disappeared out of sight. “Are you gay?” I asked Dorian. “No, I’m not,” he replied calmly.

“It is my brother. Younger brother to be exact. I remain put, partially covered in the sheets, gasp trembling. The room door creaks open, and there is a recognizable guy standing there; lofty, gangly, with disheveled black hair and acute green orbs that scream trouble. He is in a designer sweatshirt and ripped trousers, all defined angles and an arrogant sneer. I know him; Dorian Rex, Vorian’s younger brother, always in the news for bar fights or some scandal. My stomach twists, caught half-naked in Vorian’s bed by this guy. I want the ground to swallow me.

“I won’t lie to you, Cat. According to Jorge, Dario became a made man at thirteen.” My nose scrunched. “What did he have to do to be a made man?” “Kill. It’s what is done to show strength. “ “Dario killed someone when he was thirteen?” “Slit his throat. The man was a rat, a traitor. Vincent demanded Dario do the deed in front of other made men, to show his son’s strength. Dario has had the nickname The Blade since he was a teenager.” The Blade. “You want me to marry a murderer, one I’ve never met?”

Nothing he could think of felt capable of quantifying the entity standing before him now. Tim Dorian dazzled under the lights of the Gilded Emporium. His auburn hair was styled with deliberate artistry—polished yet left with a whisper of intentional disarray at the edges, the kind of imperfection that only a master could perfect. His attire… it wasn’t loud, nor gaudy, nor desperate to command attention. And yet, it did.

We find Dorian in the kitchen harassing one of our Omega members. “All I want is some damn lunch.” Dorian is yelling at Annie, who looks terrified. “DORIAN” I used my commanding voice, knowing that he will pay attention. “No one here is a slave. My Omegas do not make me food unless they want to. Here we do things for ourselves. Annie I am sorry about the confusion this is Dorian, Daphne’s brother in law. I will handle it from here, you go ahead and run along. Tell your folks I said hello and look forward to seeing everyone at the mating ceremony.” Annie quickly runs out of the manor house via the kitchen door. Finally, I turn my attention to Dorian. He is looking at me like I grew another he

Of course, this made the knights confused. "Go home and tell your king to stop bothering that girl," Dario said and made Arlo knit his eyebrows. He didn't understand the meaning of the man in front of him. "Who are you?" Arlo looked at Dario closely and felt familiar with the man's amber eyes, but before he could realize who it really was, Dario immediately attacked him. Inevitably, Arlo had to fight him, so the fight had to happen. Their fight also attracted everyone's attention. Arlo, who parried Dario's punch, occasionally observed his opponent's face. He felt he had seen the man's face before, but where?

“What! Is she mates to Alpha Orion and his brother Matheus?” “What the hell is going on?” “Aurora must have caused some trouble.” Dorian grabbed Aurora’s other wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I don’t know who you are, but since the Moon Goddess has destined me to be your mate, then I, Dorian Thorne, Beta of the Hallow Pack, accept you Aurora Donald as my mate.” Dorian stated, and instantly a loud gasp erupted from the crowd. But suddenly, Alpha Maverick, with a stern gaze, strode toward Aurora and yanked her wrist free from the brothers. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as his sharp eyes swept over them.