Orym X Dorian Novels & Stories

Rylan had seen to it himself. Elias finally looked up, his eyes a strange gray-blue, too intelligent for a mere rogue. “You look different,” he said quietly. “I am,” Dorian answered. “The bond is sealed.” Elias flipped the coin once more. “Then the tide’s turning.” Dorian didn’t smile. “It already has.” They sat in silence for a long moment while Dorian sipped from his coffee again, watching the man carefully. “Did you get what I asked for?” he finally said.

At this moment, Dorian's eyes,ears,nose and other orifices were bleeding. It was miserable. Although he forced himself to wield this sword, which was superior to the top level, he still seriously injured himself. "Please give me up!" Dorian whispered in Little Apple's ear. Dorian knew well that if Little Apple left alone, there was still 10% chance that he could be alive, but it would be impossible for him to be alive if he took Dorian with him.

The tremor faded as suddenly as it had begun, leaving the chamber wrapped in an uneasy stillness. Fine dust drifted from the ceiling, catching the silver light before settling across the ancient floor. No one spoke immediately. After everything Orathyn had already shown them, they had learned that even the smallest change could mean far more than it first appeared. Rowan was the first to break the silence. He looked toward the Keeper, his expression calm but watchful. "That wasn't an earthquake."

Dorian erupted with anger, his voice booming through the forest, carrying his concerns on the wind. My heart skipped a beat as I felt the waves of his emotions crashing against me. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, wanting to calm the tempest brewing within him. "Dorian, I understand your fear, but you have to trust me. They won't harm me." His eyes blazed with a fiery mix of concern and rage, his voice tinged with desperation. "Look at them, Eden! They're like a pack of fools, hungry for blood!" "Hey! Who are you calling fools?" A hunter interjected.

“I’m not here because of tricks or desperation. I didn’t hook anyone. You don’t know a damn thing about me, and you don’t get to talk about me like I’m some joke.” Her eyes narrowed, her mouth twitching as if she was ready to clap back with something crueler, but then something changed in her face. Her gaze darted past me, toward the doorway. I turned. Dorian was standing there. I hadn’t even heard the door open. How long had he been standing there? He took a step forward, his eyes locking on Amara, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. “I haven’t cut anyone’s tongue in a very long time,” he said, eyes dark and unreadable. “But I do remember how.”

I raised my head that had somehow found its way to the floor and soon locked eyes with Dorian on the stage, smiling brightly. He looked so handsome and dangerously tempting in all the right ways wearing a dark grey ceremonial suit with black and red accents. A few achievement medals glinted off his chest when he breathed and his long deep black hair was slicked back perfectly, with a few small rebellious locks falling forward on his forehead. The sight of him was all I needed to push away all the panic and fear that had sprouted in me. And if it weren’t for my brother holding my arm, I would’ve rushed across the room and up the steps to Dorian without a care in the world.

Ricardo completed the thought process behind her, "it's safe to assume that they have someone in Olympus too keeping an eye on your progress to recover the weapon." Dennis didn't take the accusation lightly at all as he stood up immediately to refute it in anger. "All due respect Mr. DiSanto but Olympus isn't Os Buscadores or a weapon smuggling ring," he said. "Every operative you find here is loyal." "That was what I thought about my colleagues too before they tried to kill me twice," Ricardo returned, daring him with a look to counter it again. Dennis met Ricardo's look head-on and the both of them stared one another down in some sort of mental wrestling match that always seemed to happen

He’s angry that father left him and now he’s coming after all of us. ‘So, he wants the throne?’ ‘No Marco, Dorian wants to destroy the throne. He wants to kill us all.’ ‘Listen, Dorian’s magic is strong. And the perfume he’s using, the one I used, it makes him stronger. But the bottle has a flaw. The user will fall into a state of extreme weakness for 30 seconds after using the perfume for 30 minutes. Use that against him. Find a way to use that against him!’ ____________________

Dorian was merely an oddity, an Immortal Swordsman from the Path Seeking Sect who had been unable to break through to the martial god king realm for hundreds of years. For Lynn of the Zago race and Nefarious Blast General Dyson of the Sky Demon Kingdom, the golden light on Dorian's body that had defended against Dave's lethal strike was what truly deserved attention. Both sides had already discerned that Dorian was a stage-six martial god king, and his swordsmanship was considerably superior to Dave's. Taking down Dave was only a matter of time. However, they had not expected Dave to be beheaded in just three moves. The most crucial factor was that golden light Dorian had unleashed.

We find Dorian in the kitchen harassing one of our Omega members. “All I want is some damn lunch.” Dorian is yelling at Annie, who looks terrified. “DORIAN” I used my commanding voice, knowing that he will pay attention. “No one here is a slave. My Omegas do not make me food unless they want to. Here we do things for ourselves. Annie I am sorry about the confusion this is Dorian, Daphne’s brother in law. I will handle it from here, you go ahead and run along. Tell your folks I said hello and look forward to seeing everyone at the mating ceremony.” Annie quickly runs out of the manor house via the kitchen door. Finally, I turn my attention to Dorian. He is looking at me like I grew another he