Dorian Booktok Novels & Stories

"She has no idea what she really is." "Then it's time she learned." Dorian started down the hill. I grabbed his arm. "Wait! If you just rush in, you'll get us all killed." "So what's your plan, prophecy boy?" I pulled the old book from my bag. "I need five minutes with her alone. She needs to see this." Dorian looked suspicious but nodded. "Create a distraction, you say? That I can do." Before I could stop him, Dorian shifted—faster than any wolf I'd ever seen. His huge black form tore down the hillside, howling a challenge that shook the trees.

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I comment. “Wolf Girl, you absolutely do not need to play cute and innocent with me.” Dorian retorts, standing from his kneeled position over the fire. “You want the wild wolf, Warrior Prince?” I question, putting my hands behind my back and giving a little body wiggle. “I want every side of you, Wolf Girl. The wild wolf, the pop star, the sweet girl who cares about her fans, family, and friends, even the parts of you that I haven’t discovered yet,” Dorian declares as his hand cups my cheek leaving almost no space between us. “I want you to be mine in every fucking way.” His hand cupping my cheek, slips behind my neck pulling my lips to his.

A massive black wolf burst through the trees ahead. Kyrian skidded to a halt. Damon. Their eyes met. The bond flared violently, alive despite everything. For one heartbeat, Damon almost reached for him. “Kyrian,” Damon said, breathless. “Stop.” Kyrian took a step back. Warriors surrounded them, forming a loose circle. Damon said quietly. “Turn back.” Kyrian shook his head. “I won’t be erased,” he said. His voice trembled but it did not break. “I won’t be hidden or locked away so you can stay comfortable.”

“I was the messenger. The one who gave you the Black Pearl long ago.” I tensed. “Long time no see,” he added with a smirk. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his expression shifting into something colder. “What are you doing, Cullen?” he said sharply. “You altered the Death Book… and now you're bringing a human into your house?” I clenched my jaw and looked away. “I asked you a question,” I said again, firmer this time.

Alex urged him to speak up and Damien finally decided to tell them what was wrong. "So…" he started slowly and Tobias patiently waited for him to continue, while Alex just kept on urging him to go on. "I just got the news that there is a fire on the east coast of this pack house." He spilled the whole beans about the news and he watched their faces, to gauge their reactions. Alex and Tobias just stood still, watching Damien . Damien was confused. He didn't know what their reactions meant, so he asked them if they heard him correctly. "Guys? I'm sure you heard me." Alex blinked at Damien , while Tobias just looked on.

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“She is my mate. You will show her some respect.” Dorian’s mad with fury as he rises from the ground laughing maniacally, “A bit weak, but thank you, I needed the blood,” he sneers, “I wish to depart this Clan and your Alpha bond to find my home.” Dorian’s expression is void, but his tone is harsh. He spits blood and two teeth into his cupped hand. The other two lions joined in his chant while they, too, drew blood on their fingers, adding to his mixture. The crowd is deathly quiet, and Lorcan has calmed as well.

I blurted after a few more minutes of silence and Dorian's lips only quirked in response. frustration brimmed under my skin but all that evaporated when Dorian finally stopped in the parking lot of a movie theatre, its marquee glowing in the evening light. i squinted at the board in front displaying the play. The Boys In the Band. my eyes widened in shock because...that was my fucking favorite book! it had gone missing on my bookshelf a few weeks ago and I couldn't ask anyone in the frat house about it because well, it was a gay movie and I could as well scream my sexuality from a rooftop instead of asking them.

They weren’t wrong. Leo hadn’t said anything yet. Amia posted a blurry coffee pic with the caption “Good energy only.” Sure. Richard’s office issued a dry press release about respecting family privacy. Which, translated, meant: we hate this but we’re pretending we don’t care. And Dorian? He was sitting on my couch, in a black button-up, reading the Financial Post like he wasn’t trending. I stared at him. “Um…you’re not the guy she sent.” He turned a page. “No.”