Dorian Wayne Novels & Stories

I ask, my heart beating wildly in my chest. “I think so,” he answers me, twisting his head. “It was just a nudge, really.” Derek doesn’t seem hurt so I turn to the static car by the side of the road, clenching my hands tightly. “Wait here!” Just staring at the car makes me want to pull out the door and give the insane driver a piece of my mind, but before I can make up my mind on what to do, the door opens and a tall man in a flashy suit walks out of it. He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear.

"It feels as though I have been searching for you for four years, and I only just found you in this room." A sharp knock echoed from the open doorway, shattering the fragile, suffocating atmosphere between us. Dorian stood on the threshold. He was dressed in full Alpha ceremonial armor, a heavy silver wolf clasp securing his dark grey mantle. His jaw was set in a tight, unyielding line, his brown eyes cold as flint as he looked from Kael's hovering hand to my face. "Alpha Blackthorn," Dorian said, his deep voice carrying a command that vibrated through the stone walls. "I was unaware you had received clearance to enter the strategy wing."

As long as he profited, he had no complaints. Next up is Marc. If Killian had the opportunity to choose among the four individuals, Marc would undoubtedly be his top pick. Marc, an exceptionally compassionate alpha, held a profound concern for the well-being and health of the citizens. He tirelessly implemented numerous regulations that greatly assisted impoverished families and instilled hope in underprivileged children.

"I am an Omega. I will not fight you unless forced to defend myself. I just want to go home." "A Omega?" He tilts his head to the side. "What's that?" The Vampire takes a few steps back, releasing me from his grip. "I am Tirian, and as you have surmised; a vampire. Now you said you were being chased by a zombie?" He raises a brow, clearly not believing me. "It was a dead person. A walking corpse..." I swallow, unsure of how to describe it. "It was my Mother..." "It could have been a zombie or it could have been..." Tirian mumbles to himself, clearly lost in thought.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

He was kneeling in the dirt beside the rosebush with his hands raised slowly, carefully, in front of him, and standing six feet away with a blade drawn was one of the two operatives Elias had described. The second operative lay motionless on the ground a few feet away. Not dead. Caden could see the rise and fall of his chest. But unconscious, and beside him, breathing hard, holding a heavy garden shovel with both hands and an expression of fierce determined fear, was Mara. "I told you to stay back," Dorian said quietly to the operative, his voice carrying the same calm steadiness Aria had inherited from him. "I am an omega. I am not a threat to you. There is no reason for this to go further.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

The gun he used to shoot the needle into me is strapped to his back, spare darts containing wolfsbane attached to his belt. While they're distracted, I grab one of the darts and stab it into my father's leg, making sure he'll have to heal the human way. Instead of writhing in agony as I expected, he simply leans forward and with his good arm, pulls the dart from his skin, looking stronger than he did moments ago.

“I wish to keep her as my ward, and destroy her family, I will win this war.” “As your ward?” Dorian laughed, his smile remaining playful. “Is she that obedient Darkous, because I highly doubt it?” “She needs some training, but she will be.” The psychopathic lord laughed back, glancing between the man and his comrade. The bloodied man cried out for help once more, his blue eyes desperate. Dorian snarled, striking the man across the face ferociously. His head fell back against the chair he was strapped in, the immortal rendering him unconscious. Dorian took another draw of his cigarette, turning back towards Darkous before speaking. “I will help with that if you need it, I do enjoy behaviour

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.