Dorian Havilliard Chaol Westfall Novels & Stories

“Is that what you want, Tatiana?” I smiled, teeth just grazing his bottom lip. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He laughed softly and pulled me tighter against him. “Then it’s yours.” He didn’t know. Not yet. He didn’t know that his slaughter was opening a door. That I wasn’t seeking life, I was seeking return. One for revenge, for anger and anguish. But Dorian’s silence haunted me more than death ever could. And until he answered my call… I would keep using Giovanni’s hands to tear the veil apart.

Knock, knock. “Hello, Mr. West. How are you doing today? What brings you here? Do you have a story for me?” Dahlia said as she got to the door and saw West, her best adult friend in the whole coven. She didn’t feel confirm around most of the adults in the coven because they were always too serious but West was different, he was friendly and always had a story to tell. “Yes, I have a story for you. Can we take a walk? I’ll get you ice cream.” West said and smiled. He understood that if he wanted to get Dahlia to do something, he has to give something first.

Confirming that after tonight's meeting ended, she would remember to eat something. Dorian's projector hummed on. Its blue light casting the Northern mountain lines on the map in half-light, half-shadow. A new waveform jumped out from the corner of the screen. The search keywords he was running. *Marcus. Greyhollow. Underground city. The First One. Nyx.* The last word flickered on the screen. No match found. In the encrypted channel, Dorian sent out a pulse so brief only she could hear it. Only two words. *Still searching.* She pulled over an empty chair. She sat down. She folded her hands on the table's edge.

I stayed still, watching her until her breathing slowed and evened out, until I was certain she had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. Only then did I move. Carefully, I slipped away from her side and made my way. The tower was in darkness as I walked toward a closed door. I opened it. Standing in the shadows were Wade, Krill, and Earl. “What is your order, Alpha Villion?” Wade asked formally. The softness I had shown upstairs vanished. My expression hardened. “Burn Dax’s entire mansion."

The storm brought by the return of Julian Blackwood and his shadow alliance has finally been calmed. Under the ruthless domination of Alexander Sterling and the merciless intelligence of Chloe Vanguard, the Western continental mafia is forced to bend its knees and submit to one pure banner: Vanguard-Sterling. That night, on the top floor of Sterling Corp Global Headquarters in New York, a giant glass window displayed the brilliance of the city that was now completely in their hands. Chloe, who was once just an outcast Omega from the Bloodmoon Pack, now stood tall wearing an elegant black silk dress, holding a glass of red wine made by their own elite French estate.