Arno Victor Dorian Novels & Stories

Charisse Dorian Vellum is a menace. Don’t get me wrong. Sex with him was—and has been—incredible. The beast’s got the stamina of four IRONMAN Triatheletes. For an entire week, we had sex almost everywhere, at any time of the day.

Her grip on Dorian’s arm loosened slightly, uncertainty flickering across her face. “Enough!” Dorian roared, his voice echoing through the hall like a clap of thunder. A growl rumbled low in his chest, his wolf clawing to the surface. He stepped protectively in front of Irwin, his hand reaching back to pull her close. “She is my mate, and that alone makes her worthy.” “Worthy?” Adolphus spat, his voice dripping with derision. “She’s a hybrid, Dorian. A weak link in the chain. If you want to lead this pack, you need a Luna who commands strength, respect, and fear. Not someone who—”

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”

I should have told him when he’d appeared out of nowhere just to take me away. I didn’t have to wait any longer. Dalton was quick… well his fierce and furious growls were quicker. I could hear it way before he appeared, zipping through the trees. Jordan and the rest of the guys arrived shortly after Dalton had lunged himself through the air, aiming straight for the zombie. Marcus didn’t deserve to die like this. If anything, I think both Dalton and I would agree that this kind of death would be too easy for Marcus. All those sins he’d committed…

"Luna. Are you okay?" I blinked. "I am tired." "Dorian is strong," Grayson said suddenly. His voice broke the silence. "He has survived worse than this. Do you know he once fell off a cliff during a hunting trip? Broke three ribs and his leg. He crawled back to the pack house by himself. Took him six hours. He was laughing about it by the next week." Felix smiled faintly. "I remember that. Hector was so angry. He said if Dorian ever did something that stupid again, he would finish the job himself."

<< >> Dorian had taken the stairs two at a time, straightening his jacket as he reached the bottom, and pulled in a breath of clean morning air as he crossed into the living room. He was heading for the dining room when the front door opened behind him. He turned. Ronan was in the doorway and that was the most charitable way to describe what was happening. He wasn’t walking so much as he was a man being operated by a much smaller, significantly more exhausted man inside him. His jacket was wrinkled. His eyes were somewhere else entirely.

Valen walked over to his desk, running his fingers along the edge, the silence stretching thin. "What did the council say?" Scottie finally asked, breaking the quiet. “Nothing we didn’t already know,” Valen replied curtly, taking a seat behind his desk. His tone held an edge that silenced any further questioning. He turned his attention to Dorian. “Speak freely. I know you’ve been holding something back.” Dorian hesitated, his shoulders stiffening. He glanced at Scottie before lowering his gaze to the floor, bowing slightly. “My Lord,” he began cautiously, “there’s more. The attack on the southern clan—it wasn’t random. Victor Kane was involved.”

“You stole her.” Damian’s eyes returned to Ariana. “No.” His smile returned, colder now. “I perfected what your father tried to hide.” Victor suddenly staggered. Only once— But enough. Ariana turned instantly. Victor caught himself against the SUV. Blood loss finally striking harder. Roman moved toward him. Victor pushed him off. Still staring at Damian. Still dangerous. Damian noticed Victor weakening and smiled wider. “You’re running out of time, Victor.” Victor answered:

“What, you think you’re the law around here? Please. You’re a joke.” Both of them growled loudly, and I was trapped in the collision of two incredibly powerful auras. Only now did I realize that Dorian possessed a terrifying Alpha strength behind the scent of his chemical medicines. All this time, he had been suppressing it to appear like the other students. But Dorian was almost as strong as Alaric. “You wanna report Reeve and me? Go ahead. Try me.” “I know you dragged Reeve Nightwhisper into whatever twisted scheme you’re running, Dorian!” Alaric snapped.

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.