Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

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’ll drown. Dario Capra is a werewolf who lives in town. He’s part of our pack, but Alpha Lucas doesn’t want him on pack territory. He’s a sleazy loan shark with beady eyes and bad breath. He also owns a chop shop. His guys do a decent job when Becks and I need upgrades or repairs to our cars. He hates getting his hands dirty, so he hires people to do the unsavory parts for him. Beckett and I exchange work with Dario for cash and upgrades to our cars. It’s an easy bag and gives us money for betting on racing.

It consisted of a large glowing monitor, a keyboard, and a central processor tower with multiple open data ports. I reached into the small hidden pocket lined inside the bodice of my gown. My fingers found the tiny, black hacking drive Adrian had given me. I pulled it out and stared at it for a brief second. This tiny piece of plastic held the power to destroy a mafia empire. I jammed the drive into the open port on the console. The monitor flared to life immediately. A black terminal window popped up on the screen, lines of green code scrolling too fast for me to read. Then, a thick progress bar appeared in the center of the window.

“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."

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.

A man, no, a vampire with short, brown hair, dressed in a dark suit like Dargo, throws his hands up in the air and slowly backs away from us. "Sorry." I just wanted to get a better sniff. I watch Dargo squeeze his eyes shut like he’s in pain. "It is okay, Oscar, it's just..." His voice trails off and he opens his eyes to look at me. His gaze was full of confusion and accusation, as if I had done something. "Just what?" Oscar asks, looking at me as well. Dargo shakes his head. "They didn't tell me she would be this perfect." Siren noises start blowing in my head. They? What the hell is he talking about?

I was thankful that things went the way they are. “You are okay, Aurora. They would pay for what just happened, and Mattia is dead. You just need to breathe, okay?” she told me, her tone assuring. I nodded, looking at the place where Leonardo and Mattia were. Dante had called men to come and take their bodies without getting the cops involved, using his power as the D’Angelo Capo. And now, all that was left was their blood which they were currently going to clean.

His presence was commanding, almost regal, and there was something about him that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. “Who the hell are you?” Fiona demanded, her voice sharp and defensive. The man smiled, a cold, calculating smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “My name is Dorian,” he said smoothly. “And I’ve been waiting for you.” Before we could react, the shadows around us began to shift and swirl, closing in like a tidal wave. The trap had been sprung.

he said “she is a threat to us, if you have any other safe idea, please share it with me otherwise we will go my way” "I think I do" Ryan said, he turned to Dora, “Bring a glass of water” he told her, Dora went into the kitchen and came back a few seconds with some water, they poured it on the young woman making her cough as she came to, she sat up looking at her surroundings, the first person she saw was Dora “Who are you?” She asked "Your worst nightmare provided you prove to be stubborn" Dora replied with a straight face, Ryan suddenly cleared his throat getting her attention