Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio Novels & Stories

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

I asked. "A man by the name of Dorian." He said and I raised my eyebrows. "Dorian? Like Dorian Gray? That famous story?" I asked innocently and Adrian sighed. "Yes, like that famous story." He said looking at me like I'm the stupidest woman alive. "Dorian was one of the high ups in Europol, he's obsessed with weapons. He has been interested in ILLICIT since ILLICIT started and he wants to be a part of us too." Adrian said as he looked at the cube again. He then let me hold it.

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.

The man and woman in the sports car were Doflamingo And Dora. To be honest, Doflamingo didn’t think that this auction was interesting. He only wanted to bring Dora out for some fresh air. Dora had not fully recovered yet. However, she had agreed to come out with him and hopes that something would jog her memories. “Dora let’s go, the largest private room has already been booked for us,” Doflamingo said with smile.

“That means I can help.” Silence. Dorian studied me. His dark brown eyes assessed, measured. Unlike the others, he didn’t laugh. He didn’t dismiss me. After a long moment, he nodded. “Alright,” he said. “Tell me what you saw.” I exhaled sharply, relieved he wasn’t sending me away. “The attacker was fast,” I began, replaying the fight in my head. “Stronger than a normal rogue. But what stood out the most were his eyes.” I shuddered at the memory. “They were silver. Completely silver.”

The laptop screamed to life screen scrambling before resolving into a stark, grayscale feed. Dorian stiffened. “Untraceable netline,” he murmured. “Only one person ever used this protocol.” Isolde looked up from where she’d been archiving the Red List into press packages. “Who?” The voice answered for him. “Hello, Dorian. I see you’ve finally come home.” Julian Vexmoor appeared onscreen older than Dorian remembered, but not softer. His silver hair was cropped sharp; the suit he wore was ash-gray, spotless. Behind him, blurred bookshelves and antique lighting gave the illusion of sophistication.

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?

His hands went straight to the ropes, working fast, trembling as they fumbled with the knot. “Dario—thank God,” I gasped, sobbing. “Please… please hurry—” But I barely got the words out. “DARIO!” I saw the shadow behind him too late. Edoardo stepped out like a ghost, and before I could even scream, his arm whipped forward and he sliced the dagger in his hand through Dario’s side. Dario collapsed with a choked grunt, his body hitting the ground beside me, blood pouring out of him. Shock made me extremely still before I screamed. “DARIO!” I shrieked, the scream ripping from my throat so violently it hurt.

The bullet hit the wall behind him. Lorenzo slammed Scarface into the concrete. The sound made Kyrian sick.Scarface didn't move after that. Lorenzo turned around. His eyes were completely black. Glowing gold around the edges. Not human. Pure Enigma. He looked at Kyrian.Everything stopped. Then Lorenzo was moving again. But slower now. Careful. Like Kyrian might break. He dropped to his knees in front of Kyrian. His hands shaking when they touched Kyrian's face.

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."