Dorian Booktok Mga Nobela at Kwento

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

“You don’t want me to leave.” No. He fucking didn’t, he sure as hell didn’t want her to leave! He pushed off the counter, the wooden floors creaking under his deliberate steps as he closed the distance between them. He stopped just behind her, close enough that he could breathe her in vanilla and something deeper, something uniquely her. His fingers ghosted over the book she was holding. The Picture of Dorian Gray. “Do you know what this book is about?” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

He moved in slow motion everyone thought. *Bam!* The sound of the impact alerting everyone to the devastating blow. Behind Grolom, another version of Zia appeared. She struck the center of his back with a palm strike. Bending from the pain, he was left exposed for the next strike. *Boom!* The other dragon struck next. Its tail whipped out creating a sonic boom. *Ching!* A talisman activated to protect his life. *Boom!* Another palm strike filled with Ion Energy shattered it. Davido looked on shocked at the destroyed protection seal.

Dorian POV My head was pounding as I flipped through one of the books I had taken from the pack library. After going through about a dozen history books, I still hadn’t found anything about the undead or mages. Nothing at all. The last book I was reading was written in a foreign language, one I wasn’t completely fluent in since the tribe who spoke it had gone extinct. Which made it useless to learn. Well… until now. I had spent more than thirty minutes just reading a single page, and it was driving me insane realizing it was only the introduction I had managed to get through.

The thought of hurting him, betraying his trust, drew him back from the edge, even when it meant shielding him from himself. He exhaled and slowly turned, about to leave the room quietly, when something caught his attention. The ancient book was on the desk, half-covered by a folded shirt. Its pages were yellowed with age and contained the secrets, and history of their kind. Kairos had borrowed the book from Reed's father. Something in Darian's chest tightened as he approached it. The book was closed, with the old ribbon marker tucked between pages toward the last read, and Darian carefully lifted the cover and turned to find the marker. Kairos had been reading about the mate bond.

"But a wounded animal is always dangerous." Kael walked onto the balcony. He saw Dorian. "Am I interrupting?" Kael asked. "Just leaving," Dorian said. He pushed off the railing. "I have a date with a delightful Omega who thinks my scar is sexy." Dorian winked at me and left. Kael walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "He is right you know," Kael whispered. "You look beautiful." "I feel tired," I admitted. "It has been a long war."

All those years, while my father worked late, came home with bruises he couldn't explain, woke screaming from nightmares he wouldn't talk about—she knew. And she never told me. "There's more," Alexander said gently. "If you want to keep reading." I did. *Day 21. I met another one today. Not Volkan—someone else. Younger. Crueler. He called himself Dorian.* My blood ran cold. "Dorian." Alexander leaned forward. "What does it say?" *Dorian is everything I expected vampires to be. Cruel, arrogant, hungry. He looked at me like I was meat. Like I was nothing.*

“I know you’re eager, Dorian. But this isn’t just about brute force. We need to be smart.” Dorian scoffed, crossing his arms. “You sound like one of them.” My head snapped toward him. “Don’t. Ever. Compare me to them.” Silence stretched between us, thick with tension. Then Dorian sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he admitted. “But I won’t stand by while they continue to thrive.” Neither would I. I turned back to the spellbook, flipping through the pages until I found what I was looking for. “There’s a way to weaken them,” I said, pointing to the faded script. “A curse tied to the moon itself.”

the boy pants out. So, her name is Eleonora. That name is just as elegant as the woman who owns it. Lightly laughing Eleonora turns to face the boy.  A roguish grin plays on her lips. "Come now Daniel, I was not running off, I was simply excited,” she chimes. Clearing my throat to catch their attention I say, "You're here about a sword?" She turns towards me, her face still shielded by her cloak. "Yes, I am in current need of a durable sword, money is not a problem,” she tells me.