Dorian Havilliard Chaol Westfall Novels & Stories

I asked. "A man by the name of Dorian." He said and I raised my eyebrows. "Dorian? Like Dorian Gray? That famous story?" I asked innocently and Adrian sighed. "Yes, like that famous story." He said looking at me like I'm the stupidest woman alive. "Dorian was one of the high ups in Europol, he's obsessed with weapons. He has been interested in ILLICIT since ILLICIT started and he wants to be a part of us too." Adrian said as he looked at the cube again. He then let me hold it.

The name stared back at us in bold letters. ***** My father. Leon cursed under his breath. Dorian let out a low whistle. “Well,” Dorian drawled, “things just got a hell of a lot more interesting.” We drove in silence, the weight of the revelation settling between us. Harlan Westwood. I had spent years trying to escape his shadow. Now, he was tangled in the very thing we were fighting against. Was he part of the problem? Or was there more to the story? Leon pulled the car to a stop outside the penthouse. He turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Are you okay?”

Father Angelo had come to solve the matter and together all of the witches along with the warlocks had to perform a magic spell to find out the Lady Dasher. "Dorian, call Weston." Dorian gave a nod to the witch and rushed upstairs. While all of them making a circle to perform the spell, Vlora was dialling her brother...who was out of range. After a few minutes, Dorian rushed down to shout. "Weston is not in his room and he left this letter on his bed." The moment he handed the letter to Vlora and she read it carefully. With a clenching jaw, she abruptly yelled, "That son of a bitch!"

The second I stepped in, the world outside vanished. Dorian ordered drinks immediately, tossing his card to the bartender like he owned the place. “To Hailey,” he toasted, “soon to be Mrs. Blackwood, the woman too hot for hell.” I laughed, clinking my glass against his. “Cheers to bad decisions.” We danced, we laughed. For the first time in weeks, I felt something close to freedom. Lila swayed beside me, hair sticking to her forehead, her laughter bright and wild. I felt a prickling on my skin. Like someone was watching me.

I killed the only person who ever saw me. Branches cracked underfoot as I burst through the last stretch of trees and onto the stone ridge above the valley. The Owlshard was glowing—pale silver light pulsing from the ancient stone slab at the center. And there he was. Dorian. The monster behind it all. He stood in the center of a broken circle of obsidian pillars, the Owlshard hovering inches above a carved altar. His wolves—those loyal to him—formed a ring around the platform, heads bowed in twisted reverence.

Ruby saw Mr. Chardon entering the villa that was in a deserted place. She initially thought that Mr. Chardon would be able to annihilate the Ackers easily tonight and make a significant achievement in the Qing Eliminating Society. She believed that she would only need to observe from the shadows and report everything accurately to the British Lord later. However, she never expected that just when Mr. Chardon entered the villa, a helicopter swiftly approached from the other end of the mountain, directly flying over the villa in the center of Willow Manor.

“The creatures are gone. Burned. The rift in the sky closed as soon as you collapsed. But he escaped. The warlock.” I closed my eyes. “I felt him watching. Like something behind a mirror.” “His name is Velarion,” Dorian said softly. “One of the warriors found summoning scroll... He’s… not just a warlock. He’s one of the Forgotten. Ancient. Dangerous beyond anything we’ve seen.” The air grew colder. “And he knows who I am and where I am. This was the second time he came...” I whispered. Dorian didn’t answer - he didn’t need to. The bond between us was thrumming low and urgent. He was terrified. Not for himself. For me.

“He will never be part of C.H.A.O.S. You are Charlie. The C in the acronym stands for Chancler. That’s you. Only you. Your status with us was never in question. Without you, there would be no C.H.A.O.S..” I feel Weston relax against me, hugging him tightly. “I love you, West Bear,” I sigh into his chest. His ebony hair tickled my face slightly against his mocha skin. Weston became my knight in shining armor from the first moment we met. He is a father figure and a caregiver. Wes has a sense of justice that I adore. He is talented with a piano at his fingertips. Weston is a fighter who had to do just that his whole life. He doesn’t complain, which means he often hides his pain. My West Bear i

His mind was back on the paper, his thoughts drowning in the overwhelming tide of his confession. Victoria remained beside him, but her body went stiff. Her heart clenched with a sharp, almost sour twist. She raised her head from his shoulder, masking the sting behind a tight-lipped smirk. Caspian Vale. The name sat like acid on her tongue. It wasn’t just that Dorian had written a love letter to someone who barely spoke to anyone. It was that, once again, Dorian had something she wanted—without even trying. Her thoughts spiraled fast and sharp.

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.