Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio Novels & Stories

i hissed in disgust as he chuckled, it sounded so familiar. "Who are you? " i asked as he turned and looked at me, he put away his gun behind his back pockets, he pushed down his mask walking up to me with a dirty smirk, i smiled too pushing my gun directly at his head. "If you can't answer my questions then I'll have to kill you, you'll fall in your own pool of blood imbecile.." i said about to click the gun. "Can you Dory? " my heart skipped a beat and my hand was shaking. "What did you call me?" i asked to clarify scared and pissed, he took away his shades exposing his green eyes, i almost choked, i wanted to back away but he pulled me close to him and even helped point the gun at the sid

He drove his boot into Carlos's side and he collapsed with a strangled groan, one hand instinctively clutching his wounded arm. Something cold settled beneath my ribs. My fingers curled slowly into fists until my knuckles blanched. Dario watched me closely. “I always knew there was something wrong with him.” One of his men handed him a cigarette. Dario placed it between his lips and lit it. The flame briefly illuminated the sharp planes of his face before disappearing. He inhaled deeply. Smoke slipped from his mouth and curled from his nostrils, hanging between us like a thin veil. “You thought I wouldn't find out?”

~~Oriana~~ I didn’t move. I should have gone upstairs like he told me to. I knew that. But my feet stayed exactly where they were, half hidden behind the railing, fingers curled around the wood as if letting go would mean missing something important. Or irreversible. One of Ciro’s men disappeared briefly through a side door. The man’s eyes followed him. Confusion first. Then unease, then understanding. It happened slowly — recognition spreading across his face like a shadow moving over water.

Arms crossed, Dominick leaned against a downed tree and stared at Dorian. Across from him stood the scarred messenger, his hollowed face illuminated by the campfire. The tension between Dominick and Dorian was still present, but the pack had scattered to be ready for their next move. Dominick responded sharply, "So, tell me." "Why now? Why do you tell us about yourself? Using a stick, Dorian prodded the fire, sending embers soaring into the pitch-black night. With a flat tone, he stated, "Because time is running out." "Eryndor doesn't waste time moping about his injuries. He's on the move. Quickly.

I looked around the corner of the building once more and ran past the construction debris that littered the ground to the next warehouse. I looked around the left corner and the shot clattered against the wall above my head. They were using silencers, a bit louder than mine. I knelt on the ground with one knee and looked around the corner again as Dillinger peeked around the corner and my shot hit him in the leg. I heard him grunt and I made my way to the right corner and went down to one knee again and looked around the corner. Nothing. I ran to the container that was slightly to my left and circled it counterclockwise. I walked down the length of the warehouse slowly, aiming to come up beh

“Vincenzo has the other guy. The hacker. This is the fucker that sends the note. I already unarmed him.” I clenched my jaw. I didn’t think of the possibility that they could be working together to scare my girl. I leaned down so I was on eye level with the man Pedro had by the hair and my gaze strayed to his neck. He had the same tattoo that Dario’s men had. It made me pause. Dario wouldn’t let his men do such a lousy job. He was good at hiding. He had moved as soon as one of his men ratted him out and he was also good at covering his tracks. Except this was a trap.

Then they heard the woman with glasses called out his first name and said, “C-rank.” “You had the brain to outwit your opponents which complemented your agile body. You deserve to be a C-rank adventurer.” Joe took his hand. “Thank you.” Dio smiled politely as he pulled Joe back up. Dio received his status plate with his name and rank carved on it. He pricked his finger with his dagger and wiped his blood on the small wooden plank. “Congratulations, Dio! Should we call you Arkin now? I didn’t know that today was your test” Dave welcomed him with a smile after he left the testing area. He was one of the adventurers hired by the hearth Merchant Guild.

She yelled standing up, Gun shots could be heard from outside, Dora knew this was the distraction she needed to run, She opened another window and was about to jump in the water when Ryan suddenly pulled her legs, a fight began while the gunshots continued outside, Ryan was hitting her and she was hitting him back, no matter what blow she throw at him, he just couldn't let her jump, Dora began to fear she was going to get captured, she stopped fighting him and stood at the far corner “I would love to see how good of a fighter you are though I wasn't expecting it but how about we make it our next date for some other night” she suggested, Ryan laughed “You must be crazy, the only way I will le

Chapter 80. Then let me erase your tracks. Wynn drove to the grocery shop where Doris worked because Edna was still with Vidor and only Doris worked there. This meant that Wynn had to drive there himself. Wynn unlocked the door and entered the room while Doris was still concentrating on the inventorying process on the computer. As soon as he was inside, he immediately picked out a bottle of water and brought it out to pay for it. Doris recognized Wynn and enquired in a cheery manner:

King Dorian descended from the sky and stood there with his eyes scanning the big hole he'd made in his castle. Altar and Diego spotted him. "This isn't fun anymore...." Altar said. "I dont think you can take him on Altar" Diego clutched on his arm. "Is that a fact?" Altar protested laughing hopelessly. "You will not escape me pnevma....." Dorian announced. "I dont think he's kidding....run to the wall to the gate. Thats your freedom" Altar told him. "What about you?" Diego said. "Im right behind you" he assured. Diego ran and did not look back.