Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

When I reached the back restroom, the outer lounge was silent but the final stall door at the very end of the row was slightly open. I walked closer, my pulse hammering in my ears. I gently pushed the door open. The sight inside made my knees go weak. Dario was standing over the sink, his trousers undone, actively masturbating. On the marble counter beside him lay a small translucent bag of white powder and a rolled dollar bill. But it was the glowing screen of the phone in his hand that shattered what little was left of my heart. His eyes were glued to a playing video, and I recognized the girl instantly.

I turn around ready to look for another escape route, only to see the driver slinking out from the forestry, a crazed smile playing on his lips. “This can’t be possible,” I whisper. He shrugs. “You’re a smart cookie aren’t you with that little trick of yours? But unfortunately,” he snaps his fingers, and this ignites a flame into the palm of his hand. The combustion dances to the rapid beat of my heart, while the smoke that leaves it is dark and misty, almost sickly as it soars into the sky. “I should probably introduce myself don’t you think? I’m Dorian, and I’m no ordinary werewolf,” his head tilts maliciously, watching me with trained eyes. “I really don’t want to do this Tanya… I hate th

King Dorian descended from the sky and stood there with his eyes scanning the big hole he'd made in his castle. Altar and Diego spotted him. "This isn't fun anymore...." Altar said. "I dont think you can take him on Altar" Diego clutched on his arm. "Is that a fact?" Altar protested laughing hopelessly. "You will not escape me pnevma....." Dorian announced. "I dont think he's kidding....run to the wall to the gate. Thats your freedom" Altar told him. "What about you?" Diego said. "Im right behind you" he assured. Diego ran and did not look back.

Yes, she could. “Who is he?” I already knew who he was but I wanted to know if she was going to tell me. His name was Andrew Douglas, aged thirty-two, once employed as a detective in Nevada. More recently he retired, having cashed out his pension and started looking for Charlotte. He would still have friends and connections. Blue was blue.

His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Noah. Noah walked towards them, he said: "Sorry to interrupt your reunion." Marcel was relieved to see Noah. Noah: "I'd like to introduce you to someone." Marcel: "Who?" Noah: "Someone who wants to meet you." Dolores: "Introduce who?" Noah: "A man who calls himself Jacob Ryuu." Marcel: "Jacob Ryuu? That name sounds familiar." Dolores: "Jake Ryuu, is he related to you?"

I said, my voice dangerously low. ​Dorian smirked, handing over a small encrypted chip before turning away, completely unaware that he had just signed his own death warrant. I had agreed outwardly, but the moment he walked into the dark, my real operation began. ​My tactical subroutines, long dormant, snapped back online with lethal efficiency. Instead of retreating, I tracked Dorian’s encrypted communication signals deep into the sector's subterranean sub-levels.