Dorian Wayne Novels & Stories

I turn around ready to look for another escape route, only to see the driver slinking out from the forestry, a crazed smile playing on his lips. “This can’t be possible,” I whisper. He shrugs. “You’re a smart cookie aren’t you with that little trick of yours? But unfortunately,” he snaps his fingers, and this ignites a flame into the palm of his hand. The combustion dances to the rapid beat of my heart, while the smoke that leaves it is dark and misty, almost sickly as it soars into the sky. “I should probably introduce myself don’t you think? I’m Dorian, and I’m no ordinary werewolf,” his head tilts maliciously, watching me with trained eyes. “I really don’t want to do this Tanya… I hate th

I am curious as to who this male is that could possibly be hurting my mate’s family. “His name is Dorian; he was the Beta of his pack when he mated with Scarlet. Since that time, the original Alpha has passed away never producing an heir, so Dorian stepped into his place. There are rumors that he poisoned the old Alpha, but no one is willing to openly talk about him. He is not like us; he owns slaves and is openly aggressive towards them. I briefly inquired about purchasing some slaves from him, but I was quickly shot down.” Theo has done great gathering information.

"And pompous. The absolute last thing I need is to marry someone arrogant and narcissistic and controlling and pretentious and" "Sera." "Toxic. Unhinged. Dominant in the most insufferable possible way and" "Sera." He cuts off my rant with a laugh before it can reach full momentum. "Don't judge before you've met them. Dorian and his brothers are actually decent once you get past the exterior. For a group of murderous criminals." A casual shrug. "That is a genuine compliment, from me." Dorian Alessio Valenti. Heir to the Valenti Syndicate.

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

He said and I took one look at the expensive VIP section and realized that he didn’t. “What do you want then?” I asked. Dorian dropped his drink and quickly leaned closer, looking me straight in the eye. “I want access to your warriors for just one year. I plan to seize the throne back from Kane and I need an army to do that. Give me full, unrestricted access to your warriors for a year and I’ll get your wives back.”

Dorian takes an angry bite of his bread and turns to look back at Ronan, muttering profanities under his breath. Dorian is the son of Winona Cruz – President Cardenas' sister and the Alpha of the Legend pack, where Alpha court is located. It’s not a secret that his older sister is set to become the Luna of the Blackwood Pack. That is, if Ronan can stop postponing his ceremony. “What does your Mom plan to do about it.”

“She is my mate. You will show her some respect.” Dorian’s mad with fury as he rises from the ground laughing maniacally, “A bit weak, but thank you, I needed the blood,” he sneers, “I wish to depart this Clan and your Alpha bond to find my home.” Dorian’s expression is void, but his tone is harsh. He spits blood and two teeth into his cupped hand. The other two lions joined in his chant while they, too, drew blood on their fingers, adding to his mixture. The crowd is deathly quiet, and Lorcan has calmed as well.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

already there, standing near the war table, her arms crossed, her face tight.“She's alive,” I said, my voice hard. “Sora made it back. But Ryker and Hale are still missing.”One of the elders opened his mouth. I didn’t let him speak.“We no longer have the luxury of caution. Dorian has gone too far.”A shuffle of unease moved through them. One spoke—Lord Marrow, old and brittle and too used to council chambers instead of battlefields.“You mean to retaliate, Your Majesty?”“No,” I said, stepping forward. “I mean to end him.”I slammed my palm on the war table, lighting up the center rune—a map flared to life in silver light, revealing the fractures in our territory, the scars left by Dorian’s sil

My blood went cold. "What pack insignia were the attackers wearing?" She shook her head. "No insignia. Black armor. No markings. But their leader..." She swallowed. "Their leader called himself Dorian." The name detonated inside my skull. Dorian. The Elder who cleared his throat at Kael's ceremony. The Elder who Davan said had threatened Kael with pack-wide consequences if he didn't reject me. The Elder who sat on the Silver Ridge Council and signed kill orders and engineered rejections and built the infrastructure of murder that had killed my mother.