Dorian Havilliard Fancast Novels & Stories

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

he said smoothly, shrugging one shoulder like it was no big deal. Before Hailey could reply, Dorian cleared his throat loudly, stepping a bit closer. The movement drew Lorenzo’s glare. “You got a problem with me, pretty boy?” Lorenzo asked, his tone dripping with arrogance. Dorian’s lips twitched, a half-smile appearing on his face. “Not really,” he said coolly, turning his gaze away, like Lorenzo wasn’t even worth his time. “I just don’t talk to clowns.” Hailey’s jaw dropped slightly at his words. Lorenzo’s grin vanished instantly, his eyes darkening with anger.

"That's why I stopped by. Her parents I made regular immortals. I conjured a different immortality spell for Anita. She's the first I tried it on..." "What did you do," Mackenzie growls in anger. "She's turning into a Dhamphir and so is your child," Victoria says with wide eyes. Before Olivia could bite her wrist, Victoria stops her. "She needs to drain them dry." "Then bring her one when the bloody sun goes down," Mackenzie snaps. She reaches in the nightstand and grabs the same needle I used to prick my finger when she needed blood. She pricks her finger and brings it to my lips. "Hopefully mine will at least ease your nausea with the baby."

Dorian says, taking a deep breath and putting his glass cup on the coffee table. Here we go, whenever they started a conversation wuth those two names, I was in for an earfull. Dorian was just a natural french boy from the stories or fantasies of any teenage girl or any woman, he had curly brown hair and the brightest brown eyes, from what I've noticed, he was a treat to the eye, tall and almost tan, just a dreamy fantasy of a man. "As you've noticed, Camila has had it pretty rough these past years and for you to just marry her, there's gotta be some sort of money's worth in it for you" he explained, his voice was low and reminded me of my Dad when he was being serious about something.

That thing—so old, and powerful—it almost didn’t look real. My heartbeat roared in my ears. Every instinct in my body screamed run. But where to? I was trapped in a den of monsters with one leading the pack. Dorian halted a few feet from the pedestal and raised a hand. His enforcers stopped immediately, standing at attention like they’d been carved from stone. Something was wrong. He turned slowly, his smile twisted and patient, like a vulture circling a dying animal. “Before I give you the Owlshard,” he said in that voice of his—low, smooth, a serpent in silk—“I need to do a little something to you first.”

“Aurora…” “Let me finish” I said, raising my hand at Dante who frowned “Caspian is a cop who was against what Giovanni did. He sent men to go after him, his mate is an agent as well. Both didn’t want me getting in trouble with the Giovanni business and have been trying to get me out of it. Third, there is no such thing as a sire bond. Not in the sense that you referred to at least. Therefore, the next time you choose to listen to someone, or want to accuse me of something like that…”

Up until now, he is reluctant to have a state of human blood, he only feeds on animals or ghouls. Dorian, a vampire, is the same old as Elliot. There is nothing much interesting about him aside from the fact that he is the executioner of all the supernaturals that turns their loyalty into betrayal. He also brings katana every time he is going to execute a scrap and shreds them into pieces. No one in the thirteen crowns is fond of him.

“Not fully. But that symbol… that’s not from Velvet. It’s from before. One of the original sponsors. Before I ever took control.” “Someone older?” Dorian nodded slowly. “Someone who left the system but maybe not entirely. Someone the Host may still report to.” “Then Vivienne wasn’t just scouted,” she said, voice tightening. “She was chosen.” Dorian didn’t argue. And that silence confirmed everything. “His name,” Dorian said at last, fingers tight around the photo, “might be Ambrose Halden.” Isolde blinked. “That name’s not in any dossier.”

To Lord Vedastus, losing Hayden was the same as losing a right-hand man. This had great help in realizing Fiora’s dream. Damian said very gently, “You leave here first. I’ll take care of it.” “Okay.” Fiora opened the car door and got out of it. She got into the car Damian drove over. After stepping on the accelerator, the car drove away. Hayden was dead. The next target would be the Capricious Holy Hand, Elliot. For work reasons, Elliot could create Heart Eater, so he might be able to create even more terrible poison. He was a villain who helped the tyrant victimize his subjects, so they must get rid of him.

A man carved out of ice and power. Head slightly tilted, eyes low as he scrolled through something on his phone. His aura alone filled the entire car. Dorian Damaris. I had heard only dangerous things about him. The Mafia Lord of the cartels under the disguise of a tech company. I swallowed hard as I watched him. Right now I could only see his side profile, not his full face. I had heard rumors that even after all the dangerous things he had done, he still had the face of an angel. I was lost in thought when he finally spoke.