Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

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

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

Antler hissed at me as we walked through the halls of the high-security facility. The malicious smirk plastered on me, hands resting in my pocket, showing I couldn’t care less about it. He was still fuming, hoping for my downfall, though I doubt this questioning will have the impact he’s praying for. Dorian was waiting for us, dressed immaculately in all-black attire, seated in a luxurious armchair with one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of wine, looking like a king ready to pass judgment. “Are you going somewhere, Sir?” I asked casually when he arrived and the guard offered us a drink too.

“Stupid Dario set my restaurant on fire, he torched the whole building, when I get my hands on him.” “Shit, that sounds horrible” Sasha is quiet for a long second. Dario fucking Rice. He is a psychotic bastard. He is so full of entitlement and evil as they come. “Did the police not get him?” Sasha questions. "no" I shake my head as I drive down the road. "Asshole got away from the cops only Gloria was arrested.” “Hold on,” Nero starts typing on something. “she’s in prison,” I repeat trying to get myself to believe it.

“It won’t stop. It will recover, it will evolve, and next time… you might not be so lucky.” Kai’s jaw clenched. “And what? You want to help us?” The man’s eyes gleamed. “Let’s just say I have a vested interest in how this all plays out.” Sasha didn’t trust him. Not for a second. “Who are you?” A long pause. Then, finally, he gave a slow, almost mocking bow. “You may call me Dorian.” The name sent an uneasy shiver through her. Kai stepped forward, his voice dangerous. “Why are you really here?”

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?