Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

"I've heard quite a bit about you. No wonder you could break into my phone." Dorian answered, "Survival leaves me no choice. Cyrus, you have plenty of supplies. You already support two women. Adding one more man should not be a problem. As long as you provide me with enough to live, I'll keep your secret. I can also secure your network and ensure no one hacks you again. That sounds fair, doesn't it?" Cyrus had no intention of admitting any connection to the Volmart theft. There was every chance that Dorian was bluffing.

The laptop screamed to life screen scrambling before resolving into a stark, grayscale feed. Dorian stiffened. “Untraceable netline,” he murmured. “Only one person ever used this protocol.” Isolde looked up from where she’d been archiving the Red List into press packages. “Who?” The voice answered for him. “Hello, Dorian. I see you’ve finally come home.” Julian Vexmoor appeared onscreen older than Dorian remembered, but not softer. His silver hair was cropped sharp; the suit he wore was ash-gray, spotless. Behind him, blurred bookshelves and antique lighting gave the illusion of sophistication.

"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.”

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.

He had left his mate's side so early and the fact he hadn't heard her sweet voice today,all he wanted was to dump all these work and go to her. He knew he could just leave it for someone else to finish but Dorian was a person who liked things done with precision and aside Azrael,he trusted no one else with things as such. Towards the evening,the night sky slowly peeked through the orange hued horizon and Dorian was almost finished with half of his work when he got a distressing call from one of his warriors. "WHAT THE F*** DO YOU MEAN!" Dorian roared once he heard what Derek reported about the mixed breed they had kept in captivity escaping.

Otto pov: shouts from a building behind ours woke me up. I walked to my tiny kitchen and looked out the window. Police officers were gathered around a room, as I observed. I hurriedly put on a white t-shirt and went over to see what was happening. I squeezed my muscular body through the crowd, I saw blood flowing out of the door. It was Dario's blood. He was lying dead on his bed with a thick scratch all over his body. He was still in a police uniform. I believe he perished while battling an entity that was not a person.

“Punctual. I appreciate that in an enemy.” Dario came into view from the darkness sipping a glass of amber liquor , a dark sinister smirk hanging on his lips,and Leandro’s breath hitched, pulling out his gun. This wasn’t some movie villain—this was a man who radiated power like heat, who commanded attention just by existing. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” “Where is she?” “Close by. Resting.” He brought the glass to his lips again, taking a seat on the couch like a king. “She’s had a difficult few days. Learning things about herself she never knew.”

Dana was a Lamberti, and my other three ‘best friends’ with their ‘busy lives’ abandoned me and never took the time to visit Siena. “You have one friend, and that friend has a black eye,” Dario spoke and showed himself. “Oh my god.” I gasped and ran towards him. “Who did this to you?” “It was that crazy baby daddy of yours, and it was all because I told you the truth about his assistant. Can you believe it?” Dario spoke before he took a look at my family. “I don’t think we’ve officially met yet, Dario Orlando.” He introduced himself with a bright smile on his face.

Volkov stated. Dario sighed deeply, rubbing his temples with both hands. He didn't look like a ruthless mob boss in that moment. He looked like an exhausted father carrying an impossible weight. "A briefing, yes. And... perhaps an explanation." He gestured to the empty chair across from him. "Please. Sit, Volkov." "I prefer to stand." Dario nodded, the ghost of a smile crossing his face. "Of course. Always on duty." He poured himself a finger of scotch, the amber liquid catching the lamplight. "I wanted to speak to you about today. About Luna. About the jewelry."

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.