Dorian Novels & Stories

Thalia's antisocial life worsen when her mother remarried. She'd married non other than the Alpha King who killed her father, whose kids were bullies. No amount of sobs could save her from this fate than to accept it but ended up as their toy. Dorian was the first to submit. “I'd never bully her, she's now our sister” “I never knew she had so much fire in her” Draven said with lust and Dracula didn't disagree with his brothers. Now she was stuck between her three handsome brothers, revange for her father and her own hybrid trait.

My sister Isolde and I used to be human. The twin vampire princes, Caelum and Dorian, turned us and married us. The entire vampire world celebrated. Two human sisters, personally turned by the Crown Princes? It was the highest honor a mortal could receive. We believed we were loved. We were fools. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of exiled vampires in the forest beyond our territory. I called Caelum nine times. He didn’t pick up. The exiles circled me, cutting into my arms and legs with blades that burned. Pain tore through my body. I called a tenth time. This time, Caelum’s cold voice came through: “Haven’t you had enough? Vivienne is being tracked by hunters. Stop bothering me.” Vivienne was the human girl that both princes truly loved. The one who had refused to be turned. With nothing to stop them now, the exiles closed in. Their leader drove a blade into my stomach. I watched the light leave my body from the inside out, and felt my unborn child die. When I was close to death, my sister Isolde found me and fought the exiles off. But there were too many. Isolde was badly wounded. She called her husband Dorian for help. All she got was: “Looking for Vivienne. Don’t bother me.” Isolde carried me and ran. A storm hit and we were caught in the open at dawn—deadly for wounded vampires. The border patrol found us just in time. We barely survived. When I woke up in the infirmary, my first thought was simple: Sever the bond.

Diese Geschichte enthält sensible Themen, die für einige Leser unangenehm oder verstörend sein können. Die Lektüre wird für Personen ab 18 Jahren empfohlen. In ihrem ersten Jahr an der Universität, geprägt von tiefer Einsamkeit und dem verzweifelten Verlangen nach Zugehörigkeit, greift Lara, eine junge Gotikerin mit hexischem Erbe, zu einem uralten Blutzauber, um von Dorian, ihrem Literaturprofessor, begehrt zu werden. Was als Ritual beginnt, um seine Aufmerksamkeit zu erobern, verwandelt sich rasch in eine Spirale krankhafter Obsession, die beide verschlingt. Dorian, ein verheirateter und angesehener Mann, sieht sein gesamtes Leben zusammenbrechen, als der Zauber seinen Geist korrumpiert und ihn in eine finstere, verdorbene Version seiner selbst verwandelt. Besitzergreifend. Gewalttätig. Unwiedererkennbar. Er gibt alles für Lara auf: seine Ehe, seine Karriere, seine Moral. Doch je mehr er sich der Obsession hingibt, desto stärker verschwimmt die Grenze zwischen Zauber und Realität. Es folgt ein gefährlicher Tanz aus Macht und Unterwerfung, in dem Lara erkennt, dass manche Zauber sich nicht kontrollieren lassen. Gefangen in einem Netz ihrer eigenen Schöpfung, muss sie mit ansehen, wie der Professor, den sie einst vergötterte, sich in einen obsessiven Kerkermeister verwandelt. Er entführt sie in ein verlassenes Haus, in dem Liebe zu Folter verkommt, und Begierde zu Zerstörung.

Elle était son ombre. Il était son destin. Il l'a détruite. Elle va le briser. Arya n'est rien. Une Omega qui nettoie le sang des guerriers et mange les restes. La veille de ses 18 ans, la pleine lune déclenche la Chaleur, un phénomène rarissime. Poussée par une force animale, elle s'unit dans la forêt à un loup noir, sans savoir qui il est. Au matin, l'homme qui se réveille à côté d'elle est Dorian Vale, l'Alpha de la meute du Nord. Un dieu vivant. Un roi. Horrifié, il la repousse. Le soir même, la Déesse de la Lune scelle leur lien devant toute la meute. Son âme sœur est l'Omega qu'il a souillée la veille. Fou de honte, il la regarde comme on regarde une ordure et lui plante un poignard en plein cœur, sans une goutte de sang. « Moi, Dorian Vale, je te rejette. Tu n'es pas digne d'être ma Luna. Disparais. » La douleur du lien brisé la consume. Elle fuit, enceinte, traquée, et s'effondre à la frontière ennemie. Crue morte. Cinq ans plus tard, une inconnue débarque au Conseil des Alphas. Elle est colossale. Son aura fait trembler les murs. C'est la Lycan Suprême, la louve blanche des prophéties. Tous les Alphas ploient l'échine. Dorian, acculé, sa meute à genoux, lève les yeux vers cette reine et croise son regard. Il pâlit. Il la reconnaît. Et là, deux petits garçons et une petite fille aux yeux d'argent surgissent et crient : « Maman ! » L'Alpha qui l'a rejetée n'a qu'un seul battement de cœur pour comprendre l'horreur de son erreur. Son loup hurule de réclamation. Mais Arya s'approche, dépose un doigt sous son menton, et murmure, un sourire aux lèvres : « Agenouille-toi, Alpha. Et prie pour que je te recrache. »

It only took a moment to burn everything down. For five years, Isla Merrick played the part—soft-spoken wife, graceful hostess, quiet shadow to Callum Braxton’s powerful presence. She became what the world expected: dutiful, polished, harmless. Then came his cold declaration: “Let’s get divorced.” No emotion. No explanation. Just a clean cut—like a business deal. But Callum never knew she had been waiting for that moment. Planning for it. Beneath the composed surface, Isla had been sharpening the edges he once dulled. Because Isla Merrick had a past—and it wasn’t the scandal the tabloids spun. It was deeper. Sharper. Before she was Mrs. Braxton, she trained at Summerdell—an elite, off-the-record martial arts academy. Whispers of crime and prison blurred the truth, but Isla stayed silent. She had bigger plans. Three years later, she returns—not to reconcile, but to reintroduce herself. Isla Merrick now runs a luxury fashion empire, famous for turning scandal into power. And when she steps into the country’s most elite gala, draped in elegance and authority, Callum barely recognizes her. But she recognizes him. Before he can speak, a figure joins her—Dorian Kane. Ruthless investor. Public obsession. His hand rests on Isla’s waist like it belongs there. “Just so we’re clear, Braxton,” Dorian says coolly. “She’s not yours. Not anymore.” For Callum, it’s the beginning of a reckoning. For Isla, it’s the first breath of freedom. She isn’t the woman who once begged to be loved. She’s the woman who knows she never needed to be. And this time, she’s not just rewriting the story—she’s owning the ending.

After losing her parents in a tragic plane crash, Elara Harrington is sold into marriage to a feared mafia billionaire to repay a debt she never owed. Cold, ruthless, and incapable of love, Dorian Damaris only needs a wife to secure his inheritance. Elara is merely a convenient solution. But as their forced marriage draws them closer, the lines between obligation and desire begin to blur. Just when Elara starts to trust the man behind the monster, a deadly war, and long-buried secrets threaten to tear everything apart. As shocking truths about her past come to light, she discovers that the life she remembers is built on lies and that someone will do anything to keep the truth buried. In a world ruled by power, betrayal, and revenge, Elara must decide if love is worth risking everything for.

Depois que Seraphina Vale roubou três homens que o destino um dia havia escolhido para mim, eu jurei que nunca deixaria outro lobo me reivindicar. Até que Dorian Blackthorn, o Alfa da Alcateia Blackthorn, me reivindicou diante de todos. Ele jurou sua lealdade sob o juramento da lua, rejeitando toda aproximação de Seraphina. Chegou até mesmo a condenar publicamente o comportamento dela no salão do conselho. Pela primeira vez, pensei ter encontrado um lobo digno de confiar minha alma. Três anos após o casamento, vi Seraphina novamente. Alguém perguntou a ela: — Qual foi a coisa mais imprudente que você já fez? Ela passou a língua pelos lábios, com os olhos desfocados. — Claro, fazer Dorian Blackthorn me marcar. A companheira dele ainda acredita, ingenuamente, que ele realmente me odeia. — Na verdade, eu carreguei o filhote dele, vivi em seu território, dirigi seu carro e gastei seu dinheiro. Todos os olhares se voltaram para mim. Afinal, eu era a Luna de Dorian. Eu não reagi. Simplesmente enviei a carta que havia redigido durante três dias para a Equipe Médica da Lua Negra. A resposta chegou rapidamente à minha mente: [Seu agendamento foi confirmado.] [A Equipe Médica da Lua Negra dá as boas-vindas a você como sua nova curandeira-chefe. Seu escritório e residência já foram preparados.] Minha loba rosnou baixo em meu peito. Em dois dias, eu deixaria esta alcateia e assumiria meu novo posto.

I was sent to trap him. To make him fall for me. To lure him in and bring him to his knees. But Alpha Dorian Lysander is not the monster I expected. He’s worse. Dark, commanding, and impossible to deceive. I thought I had him wrapped around my finger. But somewhere between the lies and the longing. Somewhere between the forbidden passion... I realized I was the one caught. Now I’m tangled in his world, under his control, and losing the one thing I swore I’d protect, My heart. He was my mission. Now he’s my master. And the only way out… is through him. She thought she was hunting the beast. She didn’t know she was his prey.

He saw her bruises and vowed to become her war. Tessa was born to be a Luna. Instead, she became a prisoner. Silenced. Claimed by a Beta who uses pain as punishment. Forgotten by a pack that never wanted her. Tessa has learned to survive by becoming invisible - until he arrives. Dorian is an Alpha from a rival pack. Ruthless. Untouchable. And the second he lays eyes on her, he knows what she is. His. He doesn’t care about her forced bond. Doesn’t care that claiming her could start a war. Because to save her, he’s ready to burn the world. Even if she’s too broken to believe she’s worth saving.

La guerra entre vampiros y hombres lobo lleva siglos. Pero Dorian, el príncipe vampiro más venerado, rompió todas las reglas y se vinculó conmigo, una mujer lobo. Los Ancianos lo castigaron por ello. Lo encadenaron con plata sagrada durante días. Lo obligaron a beber sangre animal. Casi muere en un bautismo de agua bendita. El dolor fue horrible. Pero cuando volvió a verme, tenía los ojos rojos mientras me besaba las lágrimas. —El momento en que tuvimos nuestro vínculo, hice un juramento —susurró—. Eres mi compañera eterna. Nunca voy a abandonarte. Al final, su familia, los Valkyrie, aceptó. Pero pusieron una condición. Podía dejar el mundo vampírico conmigo. Pero antes tenía que acostarse con Liliana, la vampiresa noble de Sangre Pura. Tenía que darle a su familia un nuevo heredero poderoso. Dorian me abrazó, con la voz tensa de desesperación. —Por favor, Freya. Solo espera un poco más. Unos años más y podremos irnos al mundo humano. Tendremos nuestra eternidad. Esperé. Noche tras noche, iba a la cama de ella. Cien noches de traición pasaron antes de que por fin concibiera. Pero su hija, Aria, nació sin la marca de linaje adecuada. No podía ser la heredera. Tenían que intentarlo otra vez. Soporté otras doscientas noches de traición. Liliana quedó embarazada de nuevo. Pero en el primer cumpleaños de Aria, la luz del sol inundó su habitación de alguna manera. Se estaba muriendo. Todos pensaron que había sido yo. Me encerraron en una celda revestida de plata. La cara de Dorian era de cansancio y sufrimiento cuando vino a confrontarme. —Te dije que podíamos irnos después de que naciera nuestro siguiente heredero. Eres la única aquí que es inmune al sol. ¿Por qué le hiciste daño a mi hija? Las lágrimas me corrían por la cara hinchada mientras intentaba negarlo, pero el veneno de plata que me quemaba los huesos ya me había robado la voz. Para cuando la puerta de la celda se abrió de nuevo, mi loba se estaba desvaneciendo. Me obligué a ponerme de pie y caminé hacia los Ancianos Valkyrie. Y ese vínculo eterno que prometió, se acabó.