Dorian Wayne Novels & Stories

I would’ve thrown myself into the fire without thinking twice. “So who is this… thing?” I asked, trying to steady myself. “Do we have a name?” Dorian’s jaw tightened. “Only a few call him by name, and even fewer live long after doing so. But the ones that do… they call him Orin. He doesn’t fight in the open. He plays from the shadows. Influences packs, poisons minds, creates chaos where there should be order. Lucian is just his latest puppet.” “Then Lucian isn’t even the real threat,” I said slowly.

He was watching me work through his formation with the eyes doing their assessment. The composure still present but working harder than it had been. "You fight like him too," he said when I was six feet away. "Stop talking about my father," I said. "He is the only reason we are both standing on this road," Dorian said. "Everything that brought us here starts with Aldric Crowe. His bloodline. His guardian family. " Dorian was not a soft wolf. He had not built years of territorial dominance from behind a

He stormed into the darkness, his silver-grey eyes already glowing with a blinding, predatory white light. At the back of the bakery, the heavy steel security door was halfway open, throwing a long, rectangular slice of yellow light across the wet gravel of the alley. Oscar Wayne was standing right under the lightbulb, his hands resting calmly on his hips. He had already shed his heavy leather jacket, wearing only a tight black t-shirt that showcased his massive, muscular frame. He had known Duncan was coming. An Alpha of Oscar’s caliber could smell the supreme rage approaching from miles away. Amora was standing just inside the doorway, her face pale but her expression furious as she saw Du

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

I lifted my hand stopping them. "Thank you all for being present today on short notice, Now for business. Today at dusk, I want us to take over the deminer pack, under the rule of alpha Troy. He is new in this position and an absolute amateur. I wish to hear your opinions on how you think it is best to take over. " I concluded taking a seat. Firstly, Daxton decided he'd give his suggestion. "Well I think it's really simple, we just waltz in there and kill whoever fights us. End of story. Now can I go?" he asked. I ignored his statement and turned to William.

Known for his diplomatic skills and extensive network, he was bringing news that could potentially alter their strategies. The sound of approaching vehicles broke Charlotte's reverie. The pack members straightened up, anticipation heightening. The sleek black SUVs, the typical transport for high-ranking wolves, rolled to a stop at the entrance of the compound. The doors opened, and Aunt Caitlyn stepped out, her presence commanding immediate attention. She was tall and regal, her long, silver-streaked hair flowing down her back. Her piercing blue eyes took in the scene before her with a mix of approval and curiosity. Behind her, Daniel Scott emerged, a tall man with an impeccable sense of sty

I should have known he had been involved, even though I haven’t seen or heard from him since Arion’s death. “You might as well kill me because I am not telling you shit!” Darren spit out. Tightening my hold on his neck, I applied enough pressure to make him fight for air. Of all the Dragons in the world, he was the weakest, but he was also the most cunning. Killing him without finding out where Azura was, wouldn’t help.

His name was Dorian of the Hallow Pack, the Beta and the second brother among the three siblings. Dorian is tall and handsome and was dressed in floral trousers and a matching shirt, his black hair tied neatly into a ponytail. He carried a friendly warmth, but still there was a quiet power about him which hinted at strength and authority. Just by looking into his brown eyes, one could tell he was not someone to be messed with. “Mate,” Dorian suddenly uttered, slightly out of breath. A bright smile spread across his face as his heart pounded rapidly and his eyes shone with delight.

He's younger than the other alpha Council members, maybe late twenties, with aristocratic features and eyes like cut glass. Everything about him screams refinement and control. His smile is pleasant, charming even, but it doesn't reach those cold eyes. Dorian Cross. The youngest alpha on the Council. Brilliant, ambitious, and according to Maya's intelligence, utterly ruthless beneath the polish. "Welcome," he says, his voice smooth. "We've heard... stories. About the Moonshadow. About power stolen from forbidden lands. About an omega who should be dead." "Careful," I say softly. "Some stories are true."

Astonishing! Utterly astonishing! A boss whose net worth was in the billions was kneeling on the ground, vehemently excited like a child! Darryl simply stood there calmly without any signs of emotion! He showed no sign of happiness nor sadness! What is the meaning of this?! “Mister Wayne, what’s going on? Did you fall?” Darryl quickly bent over and picked him up, all the while winking repeatedly at him. What kind of man was Wayne? Upon seeing Darryl’s action, he immediately understood that Darryl did not want to reveal his true identity.