Novel & Cerita Dorian Wayne

He looked like he was the same age as me and he bore a lot of resemblance to Aunt Horia and Uncle Kenan. "Who are you?" I asked, his eyes fixated on me. "I should be asking you that." I scoffed, placing my arms on my waist. He signed, rubbing his temple, "I'm not in the mood for a fight, I am Dorian. The Supreme Delta and Delta female's son." Dorian's introduction piqued my interest. I had heard of him but had never met him in person. The fact that he was the son of the Supreme Delta and Delta female made him a significant figure in the pack.

Dorian is an alpha, which means he’s the only one who would be able to fight me for my alpha status. I tried to befriend him once, but he wouldn’t say a word. He never bothers anyone, but he isn’t a sociable guy either. Sometimes at night, we could hear him crying out in rage. I remember a few days after he arrived, the doctors forced him to take a shower. I guess he refused because the doctors dosed him with a relaxant and dragged him to the showers. We were made to watch. It was a way to show us what happens to people who turn against the Institute. When they stripped him down, we saw a bevy of scars on his body. It looked like someone tried to carve him up. At some point, he came awake a

Dorian’s room felt colder as his words hung in the air. His gaze was distant, locked in memories that Irwin had never been part of, a time before they were bound together by fate. The weight of his confession pressed on her chest like a stone, making it hard to breathe. "I was scared when I became the leader of the Shadowclaw pack." Dorian’s voice was low, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "I grew up believing I had to be stronger than my father, tougher than any of my ancestors. Failure wasn’t an option."

“Dorian is definitely not an ordinary God of War. He managed to destroy the four Demon Monks without much effort. “I suspect that he’s near-invincible at this point—an intermediate God of War! Stinger and I might be able to defeat him together, but it’d be hard to kill him completely…” Elaine’s beautiful face was filled with rage. “I don’t believe this! Can a crippled man even turn the tides that easily?!” “Let’s look at this another way.” Amos set his book down, showing a curious expression. “Don’t forget. No matter how weak Dorian is, he was the one who chased Henrik away. “Do you really think someone like that is completely powerless? He must’ve fabricated that image himself. “Not only is

Ronan said, his voice cold, merciless. Dorian’s lips curled into a twisted grin. “You think this is over? You think you’ve won?” He laughed, the sound low and menacing. “You have no idea what you’ve started. You’ve made enemies of the wrong people.” Ronan’s expression never wavered. “You should have stayed hidden, Dorian. Now you’ll pay for underestimating me.” With a single, swift motion, Ronan pulled the trigger. The world seemed to stand still as Dorian’s body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

Compared with this guy, Zephyr Khan placed his bet on someone beside Dongfang Xiao. This man seemed to be calm and indifferent, but when he opened and closed his eyes, there was a sharp god ray flashing in them, as if there was an ancient divine weapon in them, giving people an unfathomable feeling. When he saw the other side, the other side also looked at Zephyr Khan. When he saw Zephyr Khan, the man's face suddenly changed sharply. In his eyes, the vicious light was no less than Dongfang Xiao'er's. This guy was Chad Skylark!

“Had to wait till the rumors cleared out a bit. You know people are talking about how I bewitched you right?” Darius’s jaw tightened. “Ignore them.” “I Can’t,” Wayne said, half laughing. “You forget I don’t get to hide behind any rank.” “Then stop giving them something to talk about.” “Oh right,” Wayne muttered, “I’ll just stop existing then.” Darius’s tone dropped. “You done?” “Yeah,” Wayne said, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s get this over with.” They started. For every punch Wayne threw, Darius countered twice as fast. For every dodge, Darius was already there, reading him like a book he’d written himself.

His presence was magnetic and feral, like a predator resting only because he chose to. He wore black again. Always black. The shirt open just enough to show a hint of the ink that sprawled across his chest and collarbone - a sigil of power, ancient and forbidden. One leg casually draped over the other, a glass of something amber in his hand. He didn’t rise. Didn’t need to. Callum bowed stiffly. "Alpha Dorian. I appreciate the audience." Dorian’s gaze didn’t flicker. Instead, he let the silence draw out. Let it sting.

I left him and went toward a bar to meet my people for the mission, I was only introduced as someone who was here to help, no one called me Devil, I went with an alias name, not my favourite thing to do in the world, I love my name, I loved being the Devil, but for today call me Maria. I have some Italian blood in me, my mother, god bless her soul, she’s a good-for-nothing woman, too weak to fight, my father had her doing his binding all along, she went with him, with everything he did or said, that including selling me. Mother was half Italian, she taught me a bit, I could lie and say I’m one of them, well I could try, I heard rumours about Nikolai, the Italian mafia head with a Russian nam

the man asked me and I smelled his Zeta scent. “Damon Woods, Enforcer clowder,” I said and showed him my right wrist. “Follow the road up to the packhouse,” he said as he bowed his head at me. “The car following is my men,” I said to him as we drove through the gates and up to the packhouse.