Arno Victor Dorian Novels & Stories

Another corrupted celestial flew down—this one wielding two blades, both dripping dark flame. Dorian’s eyes widened. “Reniel.” The corrupted angel shrieked, diving straight for him. Dorian barely dodged the first strike. The second grazed his cheek, slicing deep enough to draw blood. “You never could aim,” Dorian spat, fire glowing in his palms. Reniel roared. “Come on,” Dorian growled. “Let’s finish what you started.” He sent a wave of black-blue fire crashing into Reniel. The corrupted celestial staggered, wings cracking.

I hung up then as well. Leon burst out laughing. "Cold." Glinting eyes, I turned to him. "You know nothing." Dorian had been waiting when I got to the penthouse. His hands closed at his sides, his jaw tightened. He was angry, so I had no need to conjecture what was on his mind. "Who was he?" Though his voice seemed subtly calm, I was not misled. I shucked my coat and shrugged. "Why do you care?" “Aurora.” His voice sounded like a warning. I moved in closer, head tipped. "You spent years Dorian, acting as though I was invisible. Why then are you now so fascinated”

He, Conri, and Kaden were all ogling at the scene between the two mates—they'll be damned to interfere, but that doesn't mean they can't watch. “I know right? It seems like Dorian's also getting provoked” Kaden hushed too. “Daciana would you freaking listen to me!” Dorian gripped her shoulder tightly as he yelled. “Don't touch me…!” her growl was freaking intimidating and was capable of sending shivers down anyone's spine. Yet, Dorian wasn't fazed.

She licked the blood and nibbled on it, trying to tease me. I can smell Ari's scent from her, so I suddenly lost my cool as if I were being controlled against my will. I kissed her back, and I couldn't retaliate nor stop myself. It's Ari's lips and scent, but it's not her at the same time. "Ari, wake up!" Dillon cried as he saw her being intimate with me. Orson woke up confused due to the commotion as he placed Gurion on the blanket, being careful not to wake him up while trying to sneak in behind the female in front of me.

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.

The word slid off his tongue with venom. It was an effort not to look over at Aria, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed she was behaving like she was supposed to, despite his father’s blatant insults. Her hands were clasped at her waist, head bowed to stare at the floor. “The kingdom is outraged. You should hear the things they’re saying!” “I’ll fix it,” Dorian responded tightly. “I already had a pet lined up for you at the Selection,” Soren said. “She was perfect. A true gem that would answer your every beck and call.”

♡〜٩( ╹▿╹ )۶〜♡ Victoria: All preparations are confirmed and on schedule. Mr. Thorne, please refrain from provoking Dorian Vane. Dorian Vane, please limit your pre-event selfies to a reasonable number. I smiled at my phone, their energy a small comfort. Then, the usual bickering started. Julian Thorne: I am pleased the event is proceeding. I am significantly less pleased that a certain actor will be there to distract my girlfriend. Dorian Vane: Hey, Mr. Trust Fund! You see her every single day! You're dating her! You're being ridiculous!

I asked, and Giovanni nodded. “Yes, but I didn’t understand how she managed to work them…” “The Auditore bloods were often known for their fighting, assassination, and healing strengths. Whatever they used often healed the toughest of wounds, and even those who worked as doctors, for humans, often had the best and most successful surgeries.” Vieri explained. “She barely picked up a few grass pieces, a pine, and mud. She mixed them in a wooden bowl and added them on the wound. She did put a few drops of olive oil in and that was all it took to do the trick.”

The once lax muscles beneath my touch began to coil. “At my grandfather’s house,” I said. His head cocked to the side. His gaze bounced around the room, at all the medical equipment, then back to me. “Ari, who is your grandfather?” “So many secrets between us,” I whispered as I met his eyes. “Laureano Vitale.” Domenico’s eyes widened and he sat up, a strangled groan escaping as he threw the covers from himself and frantically began pulling at the tubes and wires.