Dorian Wayne Novels & Stories

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.

Dorian Grimaldi. "Eden, where are you? Are you in trouble?" A familiar voice asked on the other end of the line. It was Dorian, who always had a sixth sense when it came to danger because he is a wolf. My wolf. "Dorian?" I asked, surprised. "Why are you calling me with another number ?" "It doesn't matter," he said urgently. "I had a feeling something was wrong, and when I couldn't get in touch with you, I got worried. Are you okay?"

Dorian caught the weapon with his good hand. The weight of the steel eradicated his existing sting, pumping him with blood-lust he failed to conceal. He stood up slowly, a malevolent grin spreading across his face as the pain in his arm seemed to evaporate, replaced by pure electrification coursing through him. “Now we’re talking,” Dorian chuckled darkly. He stepped out of cover, the diamond revolver resonating in the air with a deafening roar. Signaling the return of the true Leader that eradicated his target with an unsettling smoothness.

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”

Vane had no idea Caspian was the elemental water wolf he’d once targeted. “Do you know anything about Dylan Bloodworth? Morpheus’ brother?” “Yeah. I know him.” Dorian nodded slowly. “A water Light Sorcerer who saved Morpheus and ended up exiled and stripped of his powers by the Water Sorcerer Council.” I stared at him sharply. “How do you know all that?” “My mission used to be tracking the water elemental wolf.” Dorian leaned weakly against the rock where we’d stopped to rest. “That’s why I recognised Morpheus without any of you needing to explain anything.”

“Before it’s too late.” A silent truce. We weren’t friends. We’d probably never be brothers. But for her? We’d burn the world together. --- The drive to Dorian’s condo was a blur of rage barely held in check. If Colton was fire—vengeful and barely human—Dorian was a snake. Venomous. Patient. Capable of smiling while sinking a knife between your ribs. Upper East Side. The bastard’s penthouse. Slick marble. Gold trim. Overcompensating in every direction. A man with too much money and not nearly enough identity.

Dorian was fighting against Achilles, the strongest expert known to the west, the the God of War of the Divine Clan. Although Dorian, the number one in the last heavenly leaderboard, just began to display his talent in the Inuit's Incident, after entering Heaven's Gate, he had made great achievement in the battlefield of Heaven’s Gate in the past two decades. In terms of talent and abilities, only Little Apple could suppress Dorian. The rest were almost no match for Dorian. Some even said that Dorian would be the first person in the east in the future, putting aside Jason. By this time, Dorian had already had such a potential. He had already surpassed Herbert and Ava.

[Seraphine’s POV] Rage burned within me as I confronted Dorian, the source of my anguish and the architect of our torment. He stood there, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, a cruel reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon us. The scars of his past atrocities marred his features, a testament to the darkness that resided within his soul. "Dorian," I hissed his name, my voice laced with a lethal combination of anger and sorrow. "You think you can destroy us, manipulate time to suit your sinister desires? You've taken Cassian from me twice, but I won't let you succeed again."

“I think he would’ve lasted longer without you trying to mentally destroy him.” Dorian turned then, eyes sharp. “You saw what he did. He’s not normal. Not even close.” Kai folded his arms. “We’ve known that. You didn’t have to almost die to prove it.” Dorian stepped toward him, jaw tight. “You’re still thinking too small, Kai.” Kai tilted his head. “Oh yeah? And what do you think he is? A phoenix? A forgotten god?” “No,” Dorian said, voice suddenly dark. “I think he might be a fucking Heavenly.”

Dorian snaps, causing the elder to flinch. “I have watched you suffer all these years and I want to help you.” Dorian chuckles, the sound rumbling from his chest humorlessly. “Help, you say?” Callum nods. “If you had wanted to help like you said, can you bring my mother back from the dead? Can you change back the hands of time and prevent me from being dumped in an orphanage? Can you?” Callum's lips part but he can't utter a word. “I supposed you can't,” Dorian says, shaking his head. “Leonidas was the one who saved me from that hell and made me his gamma. I will never betray him.”