Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio

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.

“Which of you left these footprints?” Nathan turned to the healer, who looked at the footprints. Doreon watched the road, following the trail of footprints with his frowning forehead. Doreon was the brightest man Nathan had ever known, and although his choice to put him in charge of the royal army was a strategic move to appease some of the lords, Doreon had earned that position. No one was a strategist like him, no one could lead an army like him, and no one could solve mysteries like him. Doreon was a tracker, able to find any trace, a spy who knew how to make himself invisible to the eyes of all, and able to pull out information even to the most sealed mouths. His intuitions had been usef

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”

“Do it. Now.” With a combination of brute strength and careful maneuvering, Nathan pried the door just enough for them to slip inside. The vault was a cavernous room, monitors lining the walls, wires snaking across the floor. And in the center, a console glowed—Dorian’s fingers danced across the keyboard, orchestrating chaos like a maestro. “Finally,” Dorian said without turning. “You’ve made it. I was beginning to wonder if you had the courage—or the stupidity—to come this far.”

I confessed. Dior raised her brow before smiling at me. "Sure," e said. "He's always intimidating. That's why I like him." I narrowed my eyes at her. "You like him? Why?" She shrugged. "Because he's intimidating," she replied. I chuckled. "He already has a mate, right?" "They said so." "Why? Don't you think so?" I asked her because she sounded doubtful at the fact that Pyro already has a mate. " Wynona, right?"

A beam of sword light flashed quickly. Dorian, who knew how amazing Little Apple was, made his best move. In terms of swordsmanship, Dorian was only second to Jason, and even better than the Andersons. Dorian, the first person in the previous heavenly leaderboard, finally reached the top level and had surpassed many experts. Besides the Guardian and the clan leader of the Inuit, only Achilles in the west could compete with him. The rest of the people had undoubtedly been surpassed by Dorian. However, Little Apple was an exception. Three years ago, Little Apple still needed to rely on the potential energy in his body. But in this year or so, Little Apple had apparently digested a lot and beca

“It’s beautiful.” Next, he removed two holsters, laying a gun and a knife on the table. The little dimples at the base of his spine made my core clench. As he bent down to remove his boots and socks, I noticed a plethora of silver scars upon his tanned skin and wondered how he’d gotten them. Dario had scars I’d noticed on his forearms as did Armando and Piero. Did Rei see them as badges of honor? I didn’t want to think about him in harm’s way.

The runed blade dangled uselessly in his cloak as chaos swirled around him. “Kill him, you fool,” I mumbled under my breath. “This is your moment. Take it!” For a dreadful instant, I feared he would just stand there until someone killed him, wasting all of my careful work. Then, something changed. He hardened into focus. He began to move with purpose, keeping track of Ronan, waiting for the right opening. And when a massive rogue locked Ronan in battle at the temple, Dorian saw his chance. The strike was simple but effective. While Ronan was distracted, Dorian slipped in close with quiet precision. The blade slashed across his brother’s neck not deep enough to kill instantly, but enough to r

Johnny said when he saw that all the girls were already with the men who had just arrived. I kept looking down, glancing from time to time at the faces of the armed guys, watching as they lit cigarettes and poured liquor from their bottles. “Do you want a drink?” Dorian told me. I turned to see him, meeting his eyes again, but this time closer. It is assumed that he was waiting for me to see him change like the previous time, but I only looked at a pair of black eyes, slightly slanted; His Asian ancestry was obvious, which made me even more nervous.

Dana was a Lamberti, and my other three ‘best friends’ with their ‘busy lives’ abandoned me and never took the time to visit Siena. “You have one friend, and that friend has a black eye,” Dario spoke and showed himself. “Oh my god.” I gasped and ran towards him. “Who did this to you?” “It was that crazy baby daddy of yours, and it was all because I told you the truth about his assistant. Can you believe it?” Dario spoke before he took a look at my family. “I don’t think we’ve officially met yet, Dario Orlando.” He introduced himself with a bright smile on his face.