Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

“That. Is. Dario," “Oh shit."

“Nico, we are on it. As soon as we have something for you, I’ll let you know.” “Has anyone caught up with our fucking dick brother yet?” “Nobody has seen Dario or heard from him since this morning. God only knows which den he is in probably fucking wasted as usual.” “Find him.” I am seething, we have always had problems with Dario, nothing changes. One day he’ll be found dead with a needle hanging from his arm. It makes me shudder, so young a life, just twenty-nine and wasted for the last thirteen years on and off. Nothing works to keep him clean and off the streets. He hangs with scum. If I had my way, I’d tie him to a bed post and keep him guarded but you can’t treat a human like that. We

“DORIAN VELLUM!” I took a deep drag and dropped it on the damp straw of the shipping container, then gazed calmly to the ex-CEO of Crimson Crest, stripped naked and chained to the metal walls. My rendition of the Vitruvian Man.

~BRAKOON~ Every detail of what happened in Dystopia after the apocalypse, was stuck in my memory. I never remembered the part about who I was, my history or anything else apart from the War. I was at war with some soldiers, brutally slashing their throats and diving my swords to gut out their bellies, I killed about a hundreds of them in such cold blooded manner, but the soldiers kept coming… in countless numbers. They were a huge army with purple striped armour, trooping from every corners of the battlefield and circling me at the middle. More than half of the soldiers were the Erisian creatures. I watched people with the same color of armour as I, falling off from horses without their head

Diyo nodded in agreement, aware of his role and what needed to be done. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, I instructed Diyo, "Hack the security cameras and locate her room number immediately. Time is of the essence!" Understanding the gravity of the task at hand, Diyo swiftly maneuvered himself toward the corner of the room where his laptop lay perched upon the corner table. Diyo positioned himself before the laptop, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with calculated precision. As the seconds ticked by, Diyo's focused gaze remained fixed on the screen, his eyes scanning lines of code and intricate digital pathways. The rhythmic tapping of keys resonated in the room.

Sera said senselessly as she admired the house "Albert, Albert! Albert!! Its been a while I saw you... Are things going as planned? A voice echoed round the room "Yes my Lord" Albert replied while Sera kept looking around hoping to see the person talking when suddenly a man appeared from no where making her flinch slightly "Here is the girl" He said pushing Sera towards Lord Kono Lord kono was once a member of the AVOL TERRITORY ( the immortal realm) but for some reason he was cast out and he decided to take revenge with the help of Albert.

Danolis chuckled, a self satisfied grin on his face. He raised his paint gun to smack across her head when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He was roughly yanked around to see the furious gaze of Aeon. She took his gun out of his hand with her right hand and kept a harsh grip on his shoulder with her left. She slowly let her finger sink into his shoulders, slowly crushing it and causing him intense pain.

My mum assured, wrapping her arms around me as she noticed my panic. We all walked inside, and I sat down on the couch, wanting nothing more than to leave this place in a hurry and go home. Just then, Don Luciano, walked in, with guards dressed in all black, trailing behind him. His hands were dipped into his pockets, his shoulders raised high as his aura and presence filled the room. By merely watching him, my legs wobbled as I remembered that he was the one who gave me that drink yesterday. The one that made me feel weird. Could he have drugged me?

"I've never wanted anything for you but your happiness. Please grant me this." His head drops and Derrick places his arms around my brother. My goodbyes are quick after that. Now I'm fully dressed and flying on a crazy female dragon with a death wish. She's breaking all the rules of the realm with no care that the U.S. military might shoot us down. "Hold on," she yells into my head. A fighter plane comes out of nowhere as Roxy, as she asked me to call her, rolls to her side and takes us between two tall buildings. "We're doing this all the way to Arizona?" I question softly into her mind because her yelling has given me a headache.

[Seraphine’s POV] As we continued to navigate the tenuous terrain of our partnership, I couldn't shake the burning question that gnawed at me. The truth about Dorian's motivations, his role in spreading the virus that had plagued Silverbrook Haven, remained elusive, like a shadow lurking just beyond reach. "Dorian," I ventured, my voice tempered with a fierce determination, "you've spoken of a darkness, of an impending threat. But you have yet to explain your direct involvement in the plague that befell my village. What drove you to unleash such devastation?"