Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

I took up the phone and dialled the number I hadn't called in a while. "Hey there, Jimmy." "You beautiful little bitch." Jimmy answered. "How are you?" "Cut to the chase. You are never one to be formal with me." "Do you know where I can find Nerium Oleander?" "Slow poison uh. I know a guy, but it might take a while." "When you say a while, how long?" "A day or two." "Hmm, that might be too long." "Suit yourself, but I would have to see who is coming from the East, before you can get such a devil."

He had said he was going to college, but in reality, he went underground as a hacker. Dorian was a big bear of a man, and he could hack into things others wouldn't dare try. Not only could he hack, but he also had people working for him that were the muscle that made people disappear. Dorian typically used his skills to steal from the rich to give to the poor; he saw himself as a Robinhood. If someone got close to finding out or turning him in to the police, they were never heard from again.

“Keep saying things like that, and our boss—” “Cory,” I interjected, giving him a sweet smile. “What is Dario responsible for?” He blinked, as if he didn't understand my question, but then cleared his throat. “He's a member of the rapid response team.” “Good to know.” A sly smirk tugged at my lips as I turned to Dario. “The day I escaped… How long did it take you to restore control over the security system?” The bastard bared his teeth. “You think you outsmarted us, but—”

“Do it. Now.” With a combination of brute strength and careful maneuvering, Nathan pried the door just enough for them to slip inside. The vault was a cavernous room, monitors lining the walls, wires snaking across the floor. And in the center, a console glowed—Dorian’s fingers danced across the keyboard, orchestrating chaos like a maestro. “Finally,” Dorian said without turning. “You’ve made it. I was beginning to wonder if you had the courage—or the stupidity—to come this far.”

[Ronin: Dove, where are you? These few words made Diana's fingertips pause for a moment. She thought for a moment and replied to him. [Dove: Contact me if you need me, my phone number is ******] "Ronin" was one of the world's top hackers. Diana had met him accidentally online when she was twelve, and had followed him down the path of hacking ever since. But after her mother died, Diana had never touched that account again. In her last life, she had almost forgotten that she had such a friend. She returned to her old profession today because of John. She wondered why John had been fine all day, but after she had slept for a while, he suddenly became so angry. Diana guessed that someone had sa

Confirming that after tonight's meeting ended, she would remember to eat something. Dorian's projector hummed on. Its blue light casting the Northern mountain lines on the map in half-light, half-shadow. A new waveform jumped out from the corner of the screen. The search keywords he was running. *Marcus. Greyhollow. Underground city. The First One. Nyx.* The last word flickered on the screen. No match found. In the encrypted channel, Dorian sent out a pulse so brief only she could hear it. Only two words. *Still searching.* She pulled over an empty chair. She sat down. She folded her hands on the table's edge.

“No!” “How?!” “Wh- what?!”. The rogue alpha stammered as he took several steps back. He could not believe his eyes. Dario Dario was standing right before him and he had not had his revenge yet. “No, this can’t be!”. He yelled like a child throwing a tantrum. Ahaserus was so sure that Dario would never be able to find him as this was a place conjured up by Adamei. What he didn’t know was that, whatever Dario sought, he found because he knew almost every loophole, had fought with and made friends with almost every living creature and due to his long time on earth, he had some wisdom that only experience could teach.

Dorian was merely an oddity, an Immortal Swordsman from the Path Seeking Sect who had been unable to break through to the martial god king realm for hundreds of years. For Lynn of the Zago race and Nefarious Blast General Dyson of the Sky Demon Kingdom, the golden light on Dorian's body that had defended against Dave's lethal strike was what truly deserved attention. Both sides had already discerned that Dorian was a stage-six martial god king, and his swordsmanship was considerably superior to Dave's. Taking down Dave was only a matter of time. However, they had not expected Dave to be beheaded in just three moves. The most crucial factor was that golden light Dorian had unleashed.

I used one of my fingers to roll my piston while explaining to them. “The guy isn't weighed down by what he carried so it's obvious that it isn't her. Also, Ava's cloth is blood red, this looks more like wine… I guess they failed in planning it right,” I added with a smirk. Suddenly, Alessandro's face lit up as he called my attention to something… A black car that desperately tried to avoid the CCTV “That is Dario, boss,” my eyes widened as he pointed at the scar on the guy's hand. Dario truly has a scar that ran all the way from his face to his hand, it was caused by a sword.