Orym X Dorian Novels & Stories

"It looks odd that you two were together. You've never liked associating with her in public before, even though you are in the same pack." Dorian smiled. "Very odd indeed." He leaned forward. "And worse because you two are from the same pack and also reject—" Orion coughs. It was a warning to Dorian. I was disappointed that my friend would also call me rejected to my face. "You piece of shit." I struck his face. I wasn't done, I dived at him again pulling his collar and punching his face harder this time. **** Dorian put up a fight. He used his tongue to feel the blood at the side of his mouth. "You did this, you fucking asshole!" He rose to his feet. "Get your hands off me." He pushed Orion

He rammed into her, and her hands buckled under her, and her butt was arched higher into the air. “That's more like it," groaned Dorian. She groaned even louder than her friend, and the juices were gushing out of her pussy and running down her legs. “Alpha Dorian, you are pounding me so hard. I can't take it," she said with a whimper. However, Dorian didn't let up. He simply grabbed her hair and went even faster while her friend watched, her legs still shaking from her orgasm. “Ahhhhhhnn… more… more.”

Dorian released his hold on my fist then barked at Knox, “Mom! I am talking to you.” Knox shivered slightly and her perfect lashes seemed to be fanning each other, her lips quivered as she responded, “Son, we need them. They are the only one that can stop Lorenzo, not only him but you as well.” Dorian gave a butter smile as he moved away from our middle, he rubbed his eyes and said, “Now, I am mad. It doesn't hurt, I promise… it doesn't.”

Ronan said, his voice cold, merciless. Dorian’s lips curled into a twisted grin. “You think this is over? You think you’ve won?” He laughed, the sound low and menacing. “You have no idea what you’ve started. You’ve made enemies of the wrong people.” Ronan’s expression never wavered. “You should have stayed hidden, Dorian. Now you’ll pay for underestimating me.” With a single, swift motion, Ronan pulled the trigger. The world seemed to stand still as Dorian’s body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

POV: Araya Dorian steps fully into the clearing, his boots crunching on the snow. His eyes sweep over the group, lingering on Ronan and the sisters before settling on Araya. "Araya Varrow," Dorian says, drawing out her name like it's a joke. "Or should I say, the wolf-less reject who was supposed to die in the forest." Ronan growls, the sound low and dangerous. "Leave. Now." Dorian's gaze shifts to Ronan, and something flickers in his eyes. Fear, maybe. But he hides it quickly behind arrogance.

I chastised my dragon, but he refused. A knock on the door, rattling and screaming on the other side started happening… “Hang in there, Mate…” Oryon said, and added another element and his onyx magic into the brand. The thuds and thumping of the door, the screams, while I could hear Cadmus over the raucous, trying to control the situation. “She is ours!” I could hear among the screams. “Oryon,” Ellie whimpered, and he smiled at her.

“I can smell myself all over you.” Heat instantly rushes into Troy’s cheeks. “It was...” She clears her throat awkwardly. “Just your shower gel.” For one brief second, Dorian smiles. Wickedly. Like he enjoys watching her squirm. Then the expression disappears again. “Underneath all that,” he says quietly, “I can still smell you. You’re not entirely human yourself.” “I assure you I am.” “If you heard those howls, you aren’t.” His eyes narrow slightly. “It’s too far away”

Orion said coldly. His words struck Aurora like a blow, shattering the fragile excitement she had felt moments ago. “Whoa, bro. We’re mated to the same lady?” Matheus asked, his brows lifting in surprise. Orion rolled his eyes as a quiet “hmmm” left his mouth. “Well, I don’t need her, so you can have her all to yoursel…” His words were abruptly cut off when a young, handsome man suddenly rushed toward them. His name was Dorian of the Hallow Pack, the Beta and the second brother among the three siblings.

Damien jerked awake the moment the door creaked and he stood, widening his legs in a way that suggested he was ready for a fight against an enemy that wasn't present. Alas, it was Alex and Jasmine that stood by the threshold, smiling softly at him. Damien refused to let them see his red-rimmed eyes, facing the other end of the room where the window panes sat. His head throbbed and his nostrils felt congested. His vision blurred slightly and his chest felt like it had been crushed by the weight of thousands. Standing was an effort and it was all he could do to keep upright and not fall into the bed beside Ariel.

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”