Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Dorio

Vittorio asked, cutting me off. “Dario as in the one we used to know?” I asked. I took a closer look at the papers in his hands and then I saw it. Dario Casimiro in Sicily. My goodness, what a small world! Dario used to work under us but he got entangled in drinking and gambling, so we laid him off. After that, we got news that he became independent and created a fearless gangster. Surprisingly, he still paid his homage, so we let him be. None of knew he had died and I didn't even bother to check things out well.

Caspian muttered. Lastly, there was one sorcerer who drew my attention the most. My eyes locked onto the sketch of Dorian. My heart began to pound erratically. The line of the jaw, the cold yet oddly familiar gaze. I felt as though I had seen this person somewhere before. Not in a nightmare but in real life. “Who is this last one?” I asked, my voice trembling. “His name is Dorian, the Blood Architect. He’s the one who designs the ritual seals and ensures the flow of energy from the sacrifice reaches Vane,” Niobe replied briefly.

Dorian is an alpha, which means he’s the only one who would be able to fight me for my alpha status. I tried to befriend him once, but he wouldn’t say a word. He never bothers anyone, but he isn’t a sociable guy either. Sometimes at night, we could hear him crying out in rage. I remember a few days after he arrived, the doctors forced him to take a shower. I guess he refused because the doctors dosed him with a relaxant and dragged him to the showers. We were made to watch. It was a way to show us what happens to people who turn against the Institute. When they stripped him down, we saw a bevy of scars on his body. It looked like someone tried to carve him up. At some point, he came awake a

"A man came to the restaurant today. I think he has Information about Dario that places him in a very tight spot. For the first time, Dario was scared for his life." "Who is this man?" Caspian asked with a furrowed eyebrow. "Dario said he used to be an ex employee of yours.." I replied. "I have so much ex employees and truthfully, I don't care if they hate on me because of their incompetence. It shouldn't be something Dario is worried about." He said with a shrug. "His name is Morgan Perry." I said and noticed the shock on Caspian's face.

“But here’s the thing, tesoro… if you don’t say yes, everyone in that little lab of yours? They die. One by one. Messily. And you’ll hear every scream echoing through this cell.” I froze. My chest constricted so violently I thought it might collapse inwards. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back the scream rising in my throat. My feet moved back again, until I hit the cold wall behind me. Dario didn’t stop. He kept moving forward, slow, predatory. And then he crouched. Right in front of me. Face to face. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my cheek. “Besides,” he whispered, “I’ve been working with some... very powerful men. Government rats in expensive suits. The next name on

the captain demanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Dorian stood calmly, his face once again wearing that perfect clinical mask. “You’re interrupting a critical recovery procedure, Captain. Lower your weapons.” “We heard—” “Our Sword Bearer experienced a rejection reaction to the Aegis Serum,” Dorian cut in coldly, his tone filled with authority. Then he gestured toward the broken glass on the floor. “The parasite mutation in his body made a final attempt to resist before collapsing. He lashed out, and I had no choice but to sedate him heavily to prevent him from harming himself.”

she replied quietly. Doreon had to force himself to reflect on every word that came out of his mouth, he was not in front of one of his knights or in front of Nathan. The one in front of him was one of the most powerful creatures that existed, it was a Deorgh and was able to destroy him in half a breath. Doreon stood up straight as he walked, and forced himself to alert all the senses, especially his mouth that sometimes seemed to have a life of its own.

The sight is new, the people looked strange, nothing seems familiar with home. A loud noise disrupted her thoughts and she froze in fear, she stood back and watched as people entered a long object and in few minutes the object started moving. Dorian kept moping at it dumbfounded, the way it moved gave her absolutely no clue but the sound it makes made her giggle. "Hey beautiful, are you lost, what is your name sweetie?." A strange tall looking guy approached Dorian, he is wearing a black hoodie with blue crazy jeans and white Nike high Sneakers, definitely a thug

His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head. Madchen tried not to panic, as chaos engulfed her.Time was running out. She had to do something. “Think, Madchen,” she smacked her forehead. “He’s blue, foaming at the mouth,” Suddenly a lightbulb came on in her addled head. “Cyanide!” screamed, “He’s been poisoned, quick, we have to get help!!” She could hear the siren of an approaching ambulance. Nick and Adam came to her, picking up Drago and carrying hi, out of the pool hall.The paramedics were on him in a flash.

Mustache, black hair, black eyes and a sour expression. "We want to ask you a few questions. We won't take your time. " I almost rolled my eyes at that. Too cliché. "what exactly happened? " I took a deep breath and started talking. When I was done, mum reached over and squeezed my hand. I blinked back tears while officer Williams scribbled furiously on a notepad. Detective Allen nodded. "Do you know who would want to harm you?" I nodded. "A..A...D.. Dams Ripley."