Dorian Wayne Novels & Stories

He was a sentry guarding not an external enemy, but the very man he was forced to assist every second of the day. Dorian’s paralysis had returned following the incident with the shaman—a physical frailty that stood in stark contrast to the voracity of his spirit. Derand Thorne had been chillingly clear: Carter was to move into the family estate. "You’re the only one he trusts," he had said with a coldness that now carried a sinister undertone. "Help me, Carter. My legs are nothing but dead weight today," Dorian commanded from his chair, his voice dripping with an arrogance that not even the fires of Hell could extinguish.

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.

Dorian was a gangster, you couldn’t expect less from someone like him. The black suit that was shitting, as if he were a businessman entering his office in the main place of work, made him look even more dangerous, like a sophisticated monster with great academic and psychological preparation to crush anyone who got in his way. The first thing he did when he got to us was look down to see Thomas, and it was obvious, like two peas in a pod, father and son; he hadn’t compared them until they were both together, but yes, my son was like a childhood copy of Dorian Torres, he was very little like me. There was no longer any doubt in me that they were both blood related. However, in my mind there

"The ossuary devours identity. Even with the Soulstone's protection, you risk losing whatever remains of yourself." "Perhaps that's necessary." The Shadow Knight paused at the entrance. "The Grand Inquisitor knows me as Kaelen Dawnblade. He prepared for that man's vengeance. Perhaps becoming truly unrecognizable is the final step in my transformation." "There are other ways to surprise your enemies. Ways that don't involve feeding yourself to hungry darkness."

I couldn't wait to make real progress. "Alpha." We both looked up at the sound of the voice and saw an approaching figure. He looked just like Dante, but his hair was much longer and his aura seemed muted. Dressed in a white shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes, he looked every bit like a gentleman. Unlike Dante, who had a roguish charm. "Dorian," Jaxon said, and he halted by our table. His piercing silver eyes flicked over to me for a few seconds. Then, he gave me an acknowledging nod.

Dorian was shaking beside me, his eyes fixed on the fire. "He’s still in there," Dorian whispered. "No," I said, my voice hardening into steel as I stood up. I looked at the encrypted coordinates glowing on the screen. "He’s a Santoro. He’s too arrogant to die in a pile of rust." I turned away from the fire, looking toward the dark outline of the Veronesi factory in the distance. The "Regret" had done its job. Now, it was time for the "Revenge."

Officer Rochester said as he joined them. Karl just laughed. "It's the Bottoms. No one ever sees anything." They all turned at the sound of footsteps and watched as Jordan joined them, his shovel still dripping blood, a gash over his left eye. He slammed the shovel into the ground and leaned on it for support. He glanced at Rhychard and nodded. "Well, I suppose you finally earned that cape, Superhero." "It's a cloak," Rhychard said dryly. "Right." Jordan chuckled. "A cloak."

Dorian breaksdown completely. All this was happening because her father was no where to be found, she only gets comfort from her grandfather, infact he planned her escape. He would never watch his granddaughter get married to a spoilt brat like Derrick, the son of Elias. Dorian's father Marpha was once the Accorm legion ruler and everyone loved him except his stepbrother Elias. He was so angry and jealous that his half brother was loved and respected by everyone in the legion, he grew more hatred for him when he archived what no other ruler could do or rather refused to do in their time.

He charges me, sending me crashing to the floor again. “We need a true Queen, not one that cannot function properly, not one that relies on the information of others and certainly not one that cries all the time and not one that can be so easy to manipulate.” Having the babies had made me weaker, draining my strenght. I was barely holding it together as Lucian slams my body into the ground again. “Now where are they?!” He was so focussed on me that he does not see Daryl’s beast creep in behind him and Daryl quickly strikes Lucian from behind, sliding something sharp between his shoulder blades and into his heart.

Dorian was merely an oddity, an Immortal Swordsman from the Path Seeking Sect who had been unable to break through to the martial god king realm for hundreds of years. For Lynn of the Zago race and Nefarious Blast General Dyson of the Sky Demon Kingdom, the golden light on Dorian's body that had defended against Dave's lethal strike was what truly deserved attention. Both sides had already discerned that Dorian was a stage-six martial god king, and his swordsmanship was considerably superior to Dave's. Taking down Dave was only a matter of time. However, they had not expected Dave to be beheaded in just three moves. The most crucial factor was that golden light Dorian had unleashed.