Dorohedoro Novels & Stories

There's no one to help me, no one to ease my pain. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's a woman, her long brown hair flowing in the gentle breeze. As she approaches, I can see tears streaming down her face. With a gentle touch, she places her hand on my chest. I feel a warmth spread through me, a familiar sensation that I can't quite place. It's a sensation I've felt before, a connection that's both comforting and mysterious. As her eyes meet mine, I recognize them. They're the same brown eyes that have haunted my dreams, the eyes of the woman who has healed me. Dory.

"Anywho. The pain in the ass with curly red hair and freckles is Jordan Isla. He's a dobhar-chú." Jo raised a curious brow as she looked at Jordan. "What's a dob-chew?" Lian let out an airy snort as she leaned back in her chair. "Dobhar-chú. Imagine a wolf-otter hybrid .... cute little fucker with claws." "We call him otter boy," Trenton said with a serious tone, though I got the impression he was trying to joke around. The other woman who was with them crossed her arms over her chest as she appeared to be deep in thought. "What Selene and Fenrir did really does make perfect sense."

He was the color of a royal Omega Dragon, the same color as his Dad's dragon. Just like Roman, Sora is small. Even compared to other Omega dragons. The Omega stretches his wings out, something he hasn't been able to do since he was young. His neck stretched as his head raised toward the sky. The Omega took in a deep breath, and a breath of smoke left his mouth when he roared.

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

I blurt out. Cortèz starts to stroke his cane over the sand making a capital L. “Let.” He says to us while he writes the capital letter U. “Us.” Then strokes his cane again making a capital A. “All.” Writes the letter H. “Heal.” Lastly he finished with the capital U. “Unexpectedly.” Harry finishes. Cortèz smiles. “The island of LUAHU is home for people who wishes to heal. May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon.” He walks away until he magically disappears fading.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

she replied quietly. Doreon had to force himself to reflect on every word that came out of his mouth, he was not in front of one of his knights or in front of Nathan. The one in front of him was one of the most powerful creatures that existed, it was a Deorgh and was able to destroy him in half a breath. Doreon stood up straight as he walked, and forced himself to alert all the senses, especially his mouth that sometimes seemed to have a life of its own.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It was really true that Dana Hamilton was a mother to Clara. Philip looked at the Harriot in the picture, he was smiling without the effort of pain and a wave of bitterness swept through Philip. He felt like losing his mind for a second by lamenting the fact that he had met them again but he knew better than to lose his control. He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time.