Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

The skyline shone gold through the vast glass panels of his penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Dario sipped his whiskey, unmoved by the beauty outside. His mind was elsewhere, calculating and planning the quickest way to take out Alexander. A soft knock pulled him from thought. “Sir,” one of his aides appeared at the threshold. “Ms. Delgado is here.” “Send her in,” Dario said, not turning from the window. Moments later, she stepped in, her heels sharp against the tile, hair sleek back.

I didn’t move from the edge of the bed. “Who are you,” I demanded, “and why are you in front of my cell?” “Fair questions,” he said. “I’m Dorian. Beta of this pack. And I’m here to move you.” My shoulders tensed instantly. “Move me where.” “Somewhere without rats,” he said easily. “And before you ask, no, it’s not another dungeon. We’re switching things up.” I laughed in disbelieve. “You expect me to just walk out with you?”

“Dante is… Dario, fuck! I need to go back!” “We can’t, Nico! I need to get you guys to the underground panic room.” Dario says. I am still stunned at what I saw. Dante was shot… Someone had shot him in the head! “Do not open for anyone but me, understand? I have contacted our men on the grounds; they should be here shortly.” Dario says as he comes to a stop in front of a bookshelf. He pushes against it, and it slides open, revealing a steel door and keypad. When he keys in a code, the door opens, and he ushers us inside.

I confessed. Dior raised her brow before smiling at me. "Sure," e said. "He's always intimidating. That's why I like him." I narrowed my eyes at her. "You like him? Why?" She shrugged. "Because he's intimidating," she replied. I chuckled. "He already has a mate, right?" "They said so." "Why? Don't you think so?" I asked her because she sounded doubtful at the fact that Pyro already has a mate. " Wynona, right?"

“Vincenzo has the other guy. The hacker. This is the fucker that sends the note. I already unarmed him.” I clenched my jaw. I didn’t think of the possibility that they could be working together to scare my girl. I leaned down so I was on eye level with the man Pedro had by the hair and my gaze strayed to his neck. He had the same tattoo that Dario’s men had. It made me pause. Dario wouldn’t let his men do such a lousy job. He was good at hiding. He had moved as soon as one of his men ratted him out and he was also good at covering his tracks. Except this was a trap.

Osiris When we reach the pack house, I gesture for her to go inside while I walk to where Nero is waiting on the stone steps, pacing back and forth. He looks up when he sees me, his face grim. “Darius is at the edge of the western border,” Nero says without preamble. “He’s brought a few of his men with him, but nothing that looks like a full attack.” I grit my teeth, my hands balling into fists. “What the fuck does he want?”

“I believe we can create a better game, Dorian.” Dorian’s playful smile grew, revealing his blackened teeth. He took a step towards Darkous, his back slightly crooked as he stood over an inch smaller. Dorian had been abandoned as a child, leaving him alone in a vast wilderness on an uncharted dimension. The immortal had spent over a hundred years in solitude, living amongst the beasts of the realm. Darkous had found him on a scouting mission, instantly becoming friends with the feral immortal. Although Dorian had been in hell for over a century he remained feral, relying on his animalistic traits. Dorian had gone insane, slowly losing his mind. And yet, his knowledge was vast; matching his b

"I deserve to know, Dorian. I could have been seriously hurt or worse. Please tell me what's going on." Dorian sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright," he said. "But we need to find somewhere private to talk." He led me to a secluded spot in the park and we sat down on a bench. "Okay, here's the thing," he began. "I'm part of a secret organization that deals with supernatural threats. That guy who attacked you was a rogue vampire, and he was after you because you have a unique bloodline." I stared at him in disbelief. "You're joking, right? Vampires don't exist."

His eyes flick past Matteo—straight to me on the bed. He smiles. Small. Sharp. “Name’s Dario. I work for Rossi’s old crew. The ones who didn’t like how the truce ended.” He shrugs, casual. “Vittorio’s gone. Someone’s gotta clean up the mess he left. Starting with his daughter.” My stomach twists, but not from fear. From heat. From the way his gaze drags over my body—over the collar, the bite marks on my tits, the cum painted across my stomach like war paint.

Naomi Velez The bar throbbed with a low, gritty sound. Neon lights flickered over sticky floors, and the air was thick with cigarette smoke and a sense of hopelessness. I moved through the crowd, my boots hitting the wooden floor, my eyes focused on Viper in the corner. There he was, hunched over a laptop, his geeky frame a stark contrast to the surrounding chaos—high cheekbones, tousled hair, that smirking smile I’d seen in his company photo. Darian’s tech expert. My ticket to unraveling the mess Maria was drowning in.