Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

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.

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

He furrowed his eyebrows before speaking. “I’m going out and don’t forget what I told you.” He was about to leave when I call out to him.” “What’s your name again?” He stopped and for a moment there, I saw something different in his eyes. “It’s Dimitri. Dimitri Sky Hemming.” Sky. Inwardly smile. I remember calling him that the first day we met. “Nice meeting you, Sky.” I smiled. I really don’t like calling him Alpha. His name is so much better.

A soft creak sounded at the chapel doors. Valerio jumped up with his gun. Sera ducked behind a pew. Dario lingered in the doorway, raising his hands. "I came to help." Valerio did not lower his gun. "Put it down," Sera whispered. "He brought this to us." Valerio hesitated, then holstered his gun. "You'd better not regret it." Dario stepped inside. "I already do. But I was trained in the dark. It's time someone burned them down."

"Hello to you too, Dorian." Dorian leaned against the doorframe. He was six feet four inches of pure muscle and lethal grace. He wore a suit, but he looked like he would be more comfortable in leather armor holding a battle axe. He was my Head of Security. He was also the only person in this city who knew exactly what I was. "I am not enjoying it," I lied as I tapped the file against my palm. "This is just business."

he said, his voice low. Lysander and Kylie exchanged a worried glance. “What is it?” Lysander asked. Kim handed Lysander a file. “I’ve been reviewing our security footage and noticed something disturbing. There’s someone within our ranks who’s been communicating with The Viper.” Lysander’s eyes widened in shock. “Who?” Kim’s face was grim. “It’s Dorian.”

“Before it’s too late.” A silent truce. We weren’t friends. We’d probably never be brothers. But for her? We’d burn the world together. --- The drive to Dorian’s condo was a blur of rage barely held in check. If Colton was fire—vengeful and barely human—Dorian was a snake. Venomous. Patient. Capable of smiling while sinking a knife between your ribs. Upper East Side. The bastard’s penthouse. Slick marble. Gold trim. Overcompensating in every direction. A man with too much money and not nearly enough identity.