Novel & Cerita Dorian Wayne

Dora paused thoughtfully “What did he say?” She asked with keen interest “He asked us to let you go” Ryan responded “Then you have to let me go, if you don't, you don't have any idea what he is capable of” Ryan was a bit surprised to hear this, He thought she hated him and his father, why would she care what would happen to them?. “Of course I do. He is The Don after all. Dora can I ask you a question?” Ryan asked, when she didn't respond but instead let out a sign, he proceeded with his question

I reached for the hem of his hoodie. “Let me help you.” Dorian hesitated, then gave a slow nod. I pulled the hoodie up carefully. He lifted his arms weakly, letting me slide it off him. When it came off, my eyes landed on his bare chest. I was stunned. Not because I hadn’t seen men shirtless before. But because Dorian didn’t look like a man who spent time showing off. He looked like a man who trained for war. Broad shoulders. Defined arms. A hard stomach. Everything about him looked built, controlled, dangerous.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

Not disturbing at all. Wolves lined the walls…dozens of them, maybe more, all in human form, all watching with those eerie glowing eyes. The air was thick with power, with anticipation, like the whole fortress was holding its breath. And in the center of it all, standing on the dais, was Dorian. He’d changed too. Gone were the casual clothes from earlier. Now he wore black leather pants and nothing else, his chest bare, those binding tattoos stark against his skin. His hair was loose, falling around his face, and his eyes…

Rogues are too untamed and ill-prepared to be followed. "Not when they're scared," Dorian shot back. "Eryndor doesn't use words to guide others. He is a fearful leader. Any rogue who rejects him dies, or worse. Even though the fire was warm, Lisa shivered. "Worse?" Dorian looked at the scar on his chest as his jaw tensed. He transforms them into armaments. mindless creatures devoid of free agency. And each time he does, his army gets more powerful. As the group absorbed Dorian's comments, silence descended.

Then he gestured with one finger for Alaric to bring me closer. “I can smell wolfsbane. And I’d say the poison’s already spreading through Reeve’s bloodstream,” Dorian said. “Very effective if your goal is to kill a werewolf quickly.” “Then do something, Dorian!” Alaric snapped, his eyes flashing gold again—his wolf rising to the surface, ready to tear someone apart. Dorian’s eyes answered with a golden flash just as dangerous. “What do you think I’m doing?” The sound of small bottles clinking came from inside Dorian’s leather bag. A moment later, he pulled out a small vial filled with a purplish liquid. Moving quickly, Dorian approached me and forced the liquid down my throat.

And I wasn't ready to go anywhere near that artifact. “No one ever is.” The door creaked open. Dorian stepped in like a shadow wearing skin. His coat dragged the floor behind him, black and silver trim catching the dim light. Two enforcers flanked him. Same ones from before. Their dark armors on with an expressionless face. He smiled. The kind of smile that made my bones itch. And the burning need to wipe smile off his face rose like a serious ache. “Well.” His voice was light. Cruel. “You’ve had your time.”

I just hate him for having affection for Elena so deep that he won't fight back her father and family. I turned my gaze to Darren and smirked, I think I guessed it right, his powers lies inside that Royal House, I have made a huge success razing it down, he was already weak from hitting Jason but then tried to keep on since he won't want anyone found out how powerless he has become... I'm winning already, I can't wait for Dorian to come back only to find his father's pack in ruin... He can't run forever, he will surely return and meet his death.

My breath hitched as he stepped out. I widened my eyes abruptly as I recognized him. Fuck…This man—my buyer—was Dorian!!! My brother Gray’s most trusted soldier, Dorian! He had that mask for the Underground Club’s customers in one hand. His dark hair was slicked back, and his piercing eyes bore into me with a mix of anger and disappointment. “Dorian?” My voice trembled. “What the hell…What are you doing here?! Did you buy me off?!” Dorian's expression hardened, “Yes.”