Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

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.”

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."

Dorian echoed, his voice flat, monotonous, and entirely unresisting. I blinked, breaking the intense, hypnotic focus and cutting off the psychic channel. The mental trance shattered instantly, and the surrounding environment snapped back into vivid focus. Dorian gasped softly, blinking rapidly as if waking from a sudden, dizzying spell of vertigo. He shook his head, momentarily disoriented, though his initial suspicion had entirely evaporated from his expression. In its place was a look of profound admiration and unshakeable deference. "May I have your cell number?" Dorian asked smoothly, reaching smoothly into his inner jacket pocket to retrieve an ultra-thin, sleek titanium smartphone. "I

she replied quietly. Doreon had to force himself to reflect on every word that came out of his mouth, he was not in front of one of his knights or in front of Nathan. The one in front of him was one of the most powerful creatures that existed, it was a Deorgh and was able to destroy him in half a breath. Doreon stood up straight as he walked, and forced himself to alert all the senses, especially his mouth that sometimes seemed to have a life of its own.

Leyland, gobbled his down while Sol kept her eyes on a Tea shop that was swarming with activity. Customers walked in and out as casual as it went, completely uncaring of the Triad gangsters in their midst. The 14K hung out on the outside, talking by their modded cars, sporting dragon tattoos and gang insignias on necks. Some of the members were cyborgs, modifications varied but nearly everyone had a brain CPU implant or some external augmented reality glass stuck to the side of their heads. All this was as clear as day to Sol, courtesy of her enhanced cybernetic eyes capable of zooming in at targets roughly at 100 feet.