Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

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?

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

I asked, looking at him. “P - P - Pete,” he stuttered, “Please, I have a family. Two kids,” he bargained. “And I’m not mother Theresa,” I pulled the trigger at him and the bullet went into his skull. I sighed and looked at Colin, who looked surprised. “Clean that up,” I said, and he nodded, quickly moving. “I have what you asked for,” Dario said, looking back at Colin. "Leave us." “He is one of us now,” I said, taking off my bloodied shoes. "Isn't that right Colin?,"

--- Across the city, in a warehouse that smelled of rust and old blood, Dorian poured himself a glass of something dark and watched the sun rise through filthy windows. He was beautiful in the gray light—golden hair catching the faint illumination, amber eyes gleaming with something that might have been pleasure. He had waited a long time for this. Centuries, watching Alexander Volkan play at being human, pretend he was something other than the predator he'd been made to be. And now, finally, Alexander had given him the weapon he needed. The girl. He smiled, lifting his glass to the dawn. Luna Marchetti. Antonio's daughter. The last of the bloodline that had caused so much trouble for his ki

Darius replied. “Well… I don't think anyone's going through all that because I'm with nobody, doesn't mean I want to be with you though,” Sophia said with an eye roll. “I'm Darius, CEO of Dynamo Tech,” he said, stretching his hand and making his voice slightly deeper and smiled at himself as if waiting for Sophia to jump on him but she stood still.

I continued scratching my body making it red as I felt so dirty from being touched by someone who wasn't Atlas. I owed Dario so much for saving me from getting raped that night. When I found out that the house I was staying in was Dario Rizzo's house, my heart froze in fear but once I started to get to know him I realised he wasn't a bad guy but was broken instead. He craved for care, love and attention and that's how me and Dario became close with each other.

Caspian’s tech guy pinged a stolen car plate near the warehouse district. Dre loaded up with Caspian’s team, black SUVs, weapons ready. “They’re cornered,” Dre said, voice like steel. “We get Georgia out. End this tonight.” Caspian nodded, fingers tightening on the wheel. For the first time, the old enemies rode together. No more games. Just blood, debts, and the woman who’d started it all.

First profile popped up. "Let's start the intros." PROFILE 1: KIRILL VOLKOV "Head of the Volkov Family. Kirill Volkov. 58. Alpha." Dante explained. "Sharp businessman. Cars, tech. Owns half of Russia basically. Never breaks a promise. Has huge contacts. Very possessive of his family." Lorenzo nodded. Just like Dad said. PROFILE 2: ARINA VOLKOV "Second, Arina Volkov. Wife. 52. Omega."

I had not done anything except stand there, frozen and terrified, waiting for the pain that was sure to come. The noble's eyes went wide, and his grip on my arm loosened, and I stumbled back, pressing myself against the wall as I watched Capitán Dario step between us. Dario was tall, even taller than the noble, with broad shoulders and cold grey eyes and a scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. His hand was wrapped around the noble's wrist, and his fingers were squeezing so hard that I could see the noble's knuckles turning white. "Touch him again," Dario said, and his voice was low and quiet, "and I will take your hand."

Her presence steels my nerves. We reach the clearing. The cave yawns open like a hungry mouth, and the enemy waits. Rogues. Dozens. No masks. No mercy. They form a living barricade around the cave mouth like sentries of hell. And Dorian stands among them. He looks different. Taller. Pale. Something… inhuman. “You’re late,” he drawls. “Touch him and you die,” I bark to my warriors. “He’s mine.” Dorian raises the perfume vial and sprays it across his neck like it’s cologne, not corruption.