Orym X Dorian Novels & Stories

"What did you just say?" "She's perfect," I continued, my voice taking on that distant quality that came from being lost in memories. "Did you see how she moved? Like she was dancing instead of fighting. And her hair—it's like spun gold, Ricky. I've never seen anything so beautiful." "Orion," Shawn said slowly, stopping his pacing to stare at me. "Yes, she's your mate, and the mating bond is strong. But the way you're acting makes it look like you're intoxicated with something."

Frey said as she continue to cook and occasionally watching Morrigan from afar. Morrigan was immersed in her simple tasks till she heard someone calling her. She looked up and saw a young man with a mischievous smile on his lips. "Beauty, you are not from here aren't you?" The young man in front of him has a fairly built body, tan skin, and gray-colored eyes. His hair is a color between blonde and brown. Wearing a fairly well-tailored garment Morrigan knows the man in front of him could be a son of a high-ranking official. A creep ran to her spine as she looks at the smile of the man in front of her, he is biting his lips as he is gawking at her. As if Morrigan swallowed her tongue she could

he begged and cried, but Dorian felt no remorse for him. “And what about those who were protecting and patrolling the parameters? Do you think they are homeless? They don’t have any family? And you speak of your mate and child as if you love them. No, I don’t think so,” he growled as he hauled him up by his neck, his claws digging at the nape. Trevor spluttered and hissed in pain. Dorian forcefully made him look at her. “Why did you meet Orlando?” The other wolf’s eyes clouded with fear.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

We go long back. Tyler is your typical badboy, tall and handsome. Unlike me he has dark blue eyes and blonde hair. He is the reason of many heartbreaks on our campus. He likes to fuck around with no emotions attached. And to defend himself he always says that it's the girls fault involving with him even though they know what they are in for.

"But a wounded animal is always dangerous." Kael walked onto the balcony. He saw Dorian. "Am I interrupting?" Kael asked. "Just leaving," Dorian said. He pushed off the railing. "I have a date with a delightful Omega who thinks my scar is sexy." Dorian winked at me and left. Kael walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "He is right you know," Kael whispered. "You look beautiful." "I feel tired," I admitted. "It has been a long war."

Dorian teased him Dorian took a deep breath and stretched her fist, she could feel her muscles stiffen and her bones deforming, then she bent to the ground and a loud cry escaped her mouth, her eyes turned sea blue and her fangs grew long then just like that she transformed into a giant white Accorm, flaunting her tail suddenly she growled deeply. Johnson wasn't sure if that was part of teasing him but that deep growl surely got him real good. Baby Rage never cried instead he was smiling so Johnson thought of keeping him down to see what he would do, it was a risky one but he is just to sure his mother wouldn't hurt him.

“She is my mate. You will show her some respect.” Dorian’s mad with fury as he rises from the ground laughing maniacally, “A bit weak, but thank you, I needed the blood,” he sneers, “I wish to depart this Clan and your Alpha bond to find my home.” Dorian’s expression is void, but his tone is harsh. He spits blood and two teeth into his cupped hand. The other two lions joined in his chant while they, too, drew blood on their fingers, adding to his mixture. The crowd is deathly quiet, and Lorcan has calmed as well.

“I believe we can create a better game, Dorian.” Dorian’s playful smile grew, revealing his blackened teeth. He took a step towards Darkous, his back slightly crooked as he stood over an inch smaller. Dorian had been abandoned as a child, leaving him alone in a vast wilderness on an uncharted dimension. The immortal had spent over a hundred years in solitude, living amongst the beasts of the realm. Darkous had found him on a scouting mission, instantly becoming friends with the feral immortal. Although Dorian had been in hell for over a century he remained feral, relying on his animalistic traits. Dorian had gone insane, slowly losing his mind. And yet, his knowledge was vast; matching his b

OCTAVIA. The fight between Dorian and Garrett ended faster than I expected. Even faster than it began. Garrett tried—he truly did—but Dorian had read every strike before it even landed. One sweep of his leg, one strike of his hand, and Garrett was on the ground again, chest heaving, and face flushed with both pain and humiliation.