Dorian Havilliard Chaol Westfall Novels & Stories

As I draw closer, I recognize the voices of Davison and Christy Lee Spinner, but I can’t make out what is being said until I’m practically knocking on the door. “You told me you were going to take care of it, Charley,” Christy says in a tone of voice nearing hysterics. “You told me you were going to get rid of those creepy Goth kids for me—especially that fucking Darrek, he’s always staring at me, giving me the creeps. I wanted him gone, but instead you went and got Johnny killed, you sonofabitch.”

Furnace-warm. When he glanced at Daryl, his cousin was already awake, staring at him. His voice came in a whisper not his own: “You feel it too. The vault isn’t waiting. The vault is rising.” Killian’s breath caught. “You’re not it. Say it.” For a moment, Daryl’s mouth opened — no sound came. His body shook, every vein in his neck dark with shadow. Then finally, faintly: “I’m still here.” Harlow found Killian later, pacing the cloister with his jaw clenched.

Willow asked on their way. "She's all alone with Marcellus Dexter and Dante Cassano. Although he'd be returning back to Rebecca's Compound soon." Chanel replied. "You said something about Taylor making a deal with Drexa? You seem pissed by it but yet you're working according to their plan. Why?" Willow probed further. Chanel merely glanced at her before quickening her pace. "That is none of your business."

Its limbs shot in all directions, blackened blood raining down like sludge. As the smoke cleared, Heratte’s gaze snapped to the figures emerging from the haze. Three silhouettes. Steady. Unyielding. Daniel. Thora. Volkan. A slow, knowing smirk curled across her lips. “Well… now things are finally getting interesting.”

The air around them crackled with energy as the seal on the ancient text began to break. Ava gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain as the power of the Underworld pulsed through her. She could feel it—the connection growing stronger, the missing piece of her soul finally falling into place. With a final surge of energy, the altar cracked open, revealing a glowing scroll within. Ava collapsed to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Hayden was at her side in an instant, pulling her into his arms. “You did it,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

This time, Madam Westvale spoke: “If you want to marry into the Westvale family as the young madam, that’s easy. The Westvale family has more than just Evander. My late husband and I had three sons, and those sons each had sons. My youngest son’s only son, my most beloved grandson Diego Westvale, is still single—two years younger than Chloe. I’ll decide—let the boy suffer a little loss, let Chloe be his wife. The marriage will be decided today!” ***

Chelsea sighed as she gathered up some documents from the table. "Come on, don't be defeated, Chels. I'm sure someone spectacular will come our way," Dorian said in a cheery tone without taking his gaze from outside. "I'm convinced you want someone sent from heaven or something. Are you looking for an angel?" Chelsea remarked. Suddenly, Dorian went quiet. "Boss?" Chelsea turned around to find him still staring outside. "Who's that?" he asked, looking at the billboard poster. Chelsea walked over to him, stood by his side, and looked at what he was motioning to.

Haley grimaced at him, “I’m a die-hard Luna supporter. Now, make your choice, Dorian.” Dorian let out a long sigh, scratching his head in frustration. Then he turned to face me. “So you want to know Holland’s weakness?” Haley and I high-fived under the table and I smiled at him. “Yep, anything I can use against him. And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone it comes from you.”

The rumors about what happened to Abylein Casper because she leaked a secret detail about Dorian Ashford is still being preached till this day. Nobody would step on the Ashford brothers’ toes because nobody wants to turn out like Abylein Casper, the honors high school student from the brothers’ school (royal werewolf high) who was exposed for leaking a rumor that Dorian Ashford is gay. It was a laughable story, everybody knows that Dorian Ashford is the furthest thing from gay, if anything he is a man-whore. Abylein's story was obviously false and baseless, such a shame that she was put through so much for that.

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”