Arno Victor Dorian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

He averted his gaze from Luana and slowly looked at the man outside. Dorian, dressed in a gray suit, was impeccably neat. His handsome face and aristocratic demeanor made him look distinguished and aloof. Cline didn't care about Dorian's appearance, but he was annoyed that Dorian had called her Dorothy, not Luana. Cline swiftly fastened Luana's seatbelt and started the car, speeding out of the parking lot without another word. Dorian watched the Bugatti speed away, a look of frustration crossing his face. He muttered that he should never have returned to the country and hurried back to his own car, chasing after them at full speed.

Mabel focused her attention on the reports as she wanted them to be perfect so the crazy man would not have a reason to complain that she was incompetent. Just as she was almost done, the door to Christian’s office opened and the man who had gone into it minutes ago came out. Mabel immediately stood up to greet him as a courtesy since he seemed to be important. “No, sit down, Miss Pearson,” Dorian said with his signature smile. The smile that looked harmless but at the same time was the last thing some saw before he killed them. "Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Dorian Romero, Christian’s brother and the COO." Dorian extended his hand and Mabel accepted it with a smile.

And finally, Dorian’s wolf was silver like the moon itself, sleek and fast, moving like a shadow as he disappeared into the trees. The crowd erupted in cheers and speculation. “I bet Damien wins,” someone whispered behind me. “No way, Rhett’s the fastest,” another argued. “I think Dorian might surprise them,” an elder commented. I clenched my fists. ‘Please win, Dorian.’ As I waited for the competition to end, a familiar voice whispered close to my ear. “You must feel so special, don’t you?” I turned, already sighing. Winnie. She stood beside me, her arms crossed, looking me up and down with barely concealed contempt.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

POV: Araya Dorian steps fully into the clearing, his boots crunching on the snow. His eyes sweep over the group, lingering on Ronan and the sisters before settling on Araya. "Araya Varrow," Dorian says, drawing out her name like it's a joke. "Or should I say, the wolf-less reject who was supposed to die in the forest." Ronan growls, the sound low and dangerous. "Leave. Now." Dorian's gaze shifts to Ronan, and something flickers in his eyes. Fear, maybe. But he hides it quickly behind arrogance.

"Kill him and bring me the girl." Dorian lunged at me with renewed rage. This time, I wasn't fast enough. His fist connected with my jaw, sending me falling. Before I could rise, he was on me, claws extended for the finishing blow. "Dorian, no!" Amara's voice rang out. He froze, just inches from my throat. The Ancient One hissed in anger. "Finish him!" Amara stood, golden light still flowing from her hands. Orion lay behind her, his chest rising and falling slowly.

If he had a problem with me, fine—but this team didn’t have room for the kind of shit he pulled on the ice today. I’d just reached my own locker when Dorian walked in from the showers. Completely naked. My breath caught. I hadn’t even heard the fucking water running or I would have guessed…and left. Rivulets of water glistened on his body as he dried his blood-red hair, towel blocking his view of me. He was... Jesus Christ. Broad shoulders tapered down to a lean, muscular frame with sharply defined abs that would give a Greek god a run for their money. I should’ve looked away. Hell, I wanted to look away. But my eyes betrayed me, tracing the line of his arms, the cut of his hips, and the way

With a swift motion, he launched himself at his brother. Seizing the black wolf, Victor pulled Darian from the stage, reigniting the symphony of snarls and gnashing. Unlike the hapless vampires, Victor proved a worthy match for Darian. Although slightly leaner and more agile, Victor compensated for his comparative lack of strength with remarkable speed. When Darian lunged, Victor deftly evaded, counterattacking and withdrawing before Darian could retaliate. Occasionally, Darian managed to land a blow, sending Victor sprawling into the walls. It was hard to imagine any portion of the plaster structure surviving their onslaught.

guess is, they are in the basement. I want you and another warrior at the front of the house. I want 2 more down at the back basement door and 3 more stationed at different points in the woods as a sort of perimeter.” Dalton had stopped the car again and every single one of them had their eyes set on me and surprised looks on their face. What the fuck were they surprised for? I mean, I am their Luna for crying out loud, “What? If anyone has a better idea we need to know now.” Grins for and chuckles came rolling out. Dalton squeezed my hand, “It’s better than what I was thinking. Damn, that just turned me on.” I smacked at him and huffed but a smile spread across my face. I was acting and ta