Dorohedoro Novels & Stories

Oreo is a black sabre-toothed tiger, one of the very ancient gene and rarest mutated beasts found in the world. It is a classified beast, don't reveal it to anyone, unless you want to. It was in the report to keep the identity of your beast a secret. I have updated its information in the Quantum AI as a classified beast. No one knows about the details of the beast. Its level and tier are unknown. If you know about it, keep it a secret and let no one know about its true identity. There are a lot of hunters waiting to hunt him, it would also harm your life, so keep him and yourself safe.]

drawled the owl. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dondus, the wise, the great grey owl of the marshlands, Grandmother Alma's Familiar, an owl of the Fanged Forest and of the Forest of Faded Dreams and-" "Thank you, Dondus," said Alma abruptly. "Dondus is my Familiar," said Grandmother Alma simply, "a gifted magical creature who helps me with my enchantments." "Aha!" yelled Titan, making everyone, including Dondus, jump.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

Dora added. “So that I can fuck Kartika till the last of our breath!” Varz added. “He has been matured now,” Arz said smiling. “Yeah, literally,” Alfi said in disgust. “Well, Doki-Doki users are weirdos. I shouldn’t have been surprised hearing his "true" motive in the first place anyway.” Alfi added. Duo's head emits purple Iru, and it runs entering Varz’s body. “AND NOW YOU CAN USE DORADUO, THE SWORD ON YOUR WAIST. I AM SURE YOUR MOTHER IS HAPPY RIGHT NOW.” Duo said.

Troy slides her arm away from him and steps closer. “Hey, boy,” Dorian says as he walks over, and the horse practically beams at him, neighing and tossing its mane. It’s a pale white horse with long white hair flowing from its mane. As he brushes its nose, they almost look like one creature, except Dorian's braided hair is more silver than white. “Let's get you saddled up.” He opens the stable door, and the horse slowly walks outside. “This is Jackal.” “Jackal?” Troy asks. “Cool name for a horse.”

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

“Let’s not lose the light. We’ll need to return before sunset.” A circle was quickly drawn in the clearing. I watched as Alexander and Dorrin stepped into the center from opposite ends. They couldn’t have looked more different, yet equally striking. Dorrin was slightly taller then Alexander, his black tunic clinging to his lean frame, the sun catching the deep red of his curls until they burned like fire. His turquoise eyes glinted with a dragon’s pride, and perhaps a hint of arrogance.

When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior. Well, I see you've had good teachers. Who trained you, and where did you learn that? I've been training with the leaders of the River Ash Pack since I was six years old. They trained me and the Alpha's son together. This blow I just did, I learned from a Portuguese werewolf I met. He called it "Mataleão," which means "lion kill." - You have to explain that blow to us. - It will be my pleasure. - I answered him.

She took a notebook from a pocket of her veil and wrote a note. "I am the daughter of Baron Helisk, Zuri Eilejveden, D-rank shaman, pleased to meet you... Ane... Anedora." “Anesi.” “Anedoranesi, nice to meet you.” Dora looked at her, confused for a moment but laughed lightly for the first time. “You are a very interesting person, I really don’t regret having taken all my time to find you." She remained silent for a moment, surprised by an unexpected compliment.

"You should some rest now." I did not sleep, even though I went inside and lay on the bed roll he provided for me. I was afraid that if I close my eyes, MOLART will kill himself. ~~~~ I was awoken by a shrill cry and then MOLART rushed into my cave and tapped me. I sat up, staring at him confusion. "What's going on?" I asked. "That's the cry of the Doraco. It is an evil creature that kills once it passes on its prey. It is like smoke, and this could be tricky. I have not encountered it for years."