Raising Dion Comic Book Novels & Stories

“You stink. Go take a shower.” “I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed your…” Dion paused in the doorway of the living room, his last words trailing off as he came face to face with Erik and Jax sitting on the couch next to Elodie. It was clear from the expression of utter shock on his face that he hadn’t heard them come in. There was a moment of embarrassment on Dion’s face at being caught in a woman’s bathrobe, and then he shrugged his wide shoulders. Unfortunately, the movement just loosened the belt at his waist even more. A tantalising triangle of tanned chest appeared, and I looked away guiltily. My hand reached up to rub over my lips to make sure I’d not drooled. “If that gapes any mor

Dion is a force to be reckoned with, something the King’s army will teach this Emperor from the North. He pulls Kiara to himself. “I didn’t write you a note so you could come here and watch those bastards make their way to our gates. We have a few hours before your aunt discovers you are missing, I intend to use them judiciously.” Kiara cannot see his face but the tone of his voice tells her he has a wicked smile on his lips. ----------------- Kiara traces the features of Corgan as he catnaps on the little bed they share. He catches her hand and attempts to bite the fingers off but she withdraws her hand quickly, only to do it again.

But now that I saw him again and found out that he was fooling around Zhanaia, that hatred resurfaced. "Okay, fine." he then admitted with a sigh after a long silence. "You're right, I am Dion, the man that Zhanaia loved eight years ago and she still loves until now although she's in a relationship with my other identity— my new identity who's Gin Montero."

Skôll tries to give a comforting smile… But it's no use. Callisto's huge wolf-shape reaches the platform stairs and puts its paws on the first step. Dione is already shirtless, showing his defined muscles and tattoos… his nails and teeth are growing, showing that he's ready for a fight as well. Breathing deeply, Rhea tightens her pace, hitting her heels on the hall floor. Callisto is almost at the end of the stairs when his eyes are drawn down… to the end of the stairs, where Rhea is standing with arms crossed. Her blue eyes are steady… staring directly into his.

Dion's second-in-command looks at him in disgust. "How could you go to their side? You're nothing but a joke of a hound." He yells at Dion. "I finally realized that what Asmodeus made us do wasn't right. I want a life with my mate. Say what you want.; you don't know what you're missing." Dion yells back. That gives me an idea. Asmodeus hasn't shown himself yet; let's have a surprise for him, shall we. I make myself tiny and giggle as I fly over the hounds, spreading my dust on them. I'm back by Jock's side before anyone else even realized I was gone. I giggle and point at the hounds when everyone looks at me.

Draig watches his son laugh as Phoenix giggles at Aiden grabbing the book and trying to chew on it. "I'm excited to work with you as well, it has become clear Dagon has quite the network of followers and it will be hard to win this war against him, and his people. Even once he is gone, his people will want revenge and follow in his steps. I'm not looking forward to trying to smooth things over with human the authorities, after his television announcement." I look up to see Embry walking in; he sits by my legs, pulling them onto his lap to rub my feet. "Hey guys, do you mind moving out to the sitting room for a little bit, we need to talk to our mate and take care of the pups," Osric walks in

He knew she can’t stay mad and empowered for a long time. Dion looked shocked by what he said, before barking out another remark, they entered the elevator. “Were you eavesdropping? The high and mighty Axel Elcort is snipping into our private matter?” He scoffed. “Hah. How stupid. Leave her alone, dude. Leave us alone. She’s mine.” Axel snorted. “Boys can’t own women. Who are you even?” Dion, completely offended, took this moment to introduce himself as a chance to boost his self-confidence.

Even if he hadn’t, any information was useful by this point. "No one going to drink with me?" Dion asked, pouting. "You guys aren’t any fun." "Who said we were here for leisure?" Ashton challenged. "You’re quite aggressive, aren’t ya?" Dion chuckled, taking a seat across from us. "But I will let you know I’m not afraid of you, big bad alpha." Jerking, I looked to where Dion was smirking. How the fuck did he know that Ashton was an alpha? We didn’t mention it to even Q or Tatiana.

"It's not what you think, Dion. I-I just...." Kris tried to explain to his best friend. But Dion brushed the man's hand away and barged in. Dion walked while clenching his hands beside his body. He stepped into Julia's room. "I can explain everything, Dion," Kris said while grabbing Dion's hand. But again, Dion brushed the hand away harshly. "Shut your mouth! Get out of the way or I'll break your neck!" Dion glared at his best friend, a look like a lion about to pounce on its prey.

Dion’s inaudible words reached the group as the door was opened. Catching a glimpse of Dion chained up with a massive swelling on his head made his dad shake his head at the sight. He wasn't enraged, he somehow expected this to happen, these people were sloppy and terrible pawns but he at least hoped they would be able to pull off some of his dirty work before getting rid of them. "I sent you here to get back your sister, care to tell me how you are… in her place…" Raphael asked calmly looking his son in the eyes.