How to use Darian in a sentence
No, Dusty, Darian needs me.
Darian lay on his back staring at the ceiling with brooding golden eyes, his horribly scarred body hidden under turtleneck and gloves and socks, even in the safety of his room.
Darian rolled onto his side with a noisy sigh.
Darian replied in irritation.
Darian wrung his hands like an excited child at the news.Advertisement
At the very least, Dusty hoped Darian grew out of the terrible twos.
Darian's gaze grew pensive.
You're a good man, Darian.
He watched the change, irritated by the bizarre mood swings and cryptic ramblings that defined Darian's speech lately.
He rose and left Darian's room for the foyer, where Toni was waiting for him.Advertisement
If Darian lost his focus and disappeared again, he suspected it'd be another week before he had a chance to sleep.
Any minute now Darian's going to beat down your door.
He grated his teeth to see Darian's number on the screen.
Darian gave another of his annoyed sighs and hung up.
It was Sofi's whisper in his mind, a new trick she'd picked up from Darian.Advertisement
Darian's popping in and out stressed her out, and she turned up the TV, trying to lose herself in a movie as she calmed.
Darian's probably going to ask you if he can go visit the cat.
Darian can email me if he wants.
Bianca jumped at the voice and peered out of the kitchen at the man named Darian.
Darian looked at her, content with cookies resting on one thigh and the cat on the other.Advertisement
Darian held up his hand and stared at it.
You're a handsome man, Darian.
Dusty and Darian, both drenched and covered in what looked like seaweed, were in the foyer.
Both breathed hard, and she noticed a red slash across Darian's face.
She looked away fast for fear of the sizzling blue gaze and dropped to her knees in front of Darian, pulling his hands from his face to see the wound.Advertisement
They looked after him before she met Darian's gaze.
She put a heaping plate in the oven and returned to the living room with cookies and milk for Darian.
Don't make me make up my own rules for you, Darian!
Dusty wrenched the bedroom door open, even angrier to see Darian and Bianca on the couch, talking.
Darian had a plate of cookies in his lap and milk on the table.
She'd asked if Darian was okay.
Darian, who had willingly hired a sailboat and sailed straight into a tropical storm.
Darian, who he'd just pulled off the bottom of the ocean instead of attending his planning session to deal with the Talon issue.
Darian flushed and looked down guiltily.
Darian's voice reminded Dusty of the world outside Bianca's body.
He'd planned on waiting until his anger cooled before dealing with Darian.
Darian was staring at the ground.
You're my brother, Darian.
I'll try to be better, Darian whispered.
Dusty twisted to look up at Darian, not understanding Darian's concern.
Darian jerked the door open and stormed out.
I just need you to remind Darian of something.
Your path is intertwined with Darian's, so you'll be there when he needs to know this.
She had no phone, no way of contacting Dusty or Jenn or Darian.
He disappeared much as Darian did.
Darian had also been clear about the type of relationships Dusty preferred.
She shook her head and sat down, sending a text to Darian.
He was glaring at Darian, who sat across the kitchen on another stool.
Sofi glanced at Darian.
Damian can do that, too, but Darian's too weak yet to tap into his power.
She sat between Darian and Jonny across from Toni and two others.
I told Darian not to let you help him.
Darian swiped his towel from another machine and approached.
I know you said no, Darian grated.
He was expecting worse than a cat in Darian's room.
It was the least of Darian's many offenses.
Darian darted towards the house.
He hoped, no he prayed, Darian regained himself someday soon.
He returned to the house to await Darian, not surprised to see Bianca's black and white cat darting down the stairs.
Reminded he didn't give Bianca the rules he gave Darian and Sofi, he retrieved his phone.
Darian was right about Dusty being a dictator.
Darian was gone, Jonny distracted by his newfound gun, and she in need of a friend.
Darian's eyes were huge.
If anyone could, it would be Darian while Damian was away.
He looked at Darian, recalling Sofi's warning.
Darian looked at him uneasily.
Darian was scared, unsure.
Dusty didn't know if a few months of Darian having his own mind back were enough to erase thousands of years under the control of another.
He had a feeling the worst was going to happen, and the sense he wouldn't be the only one who died this weekend if he had to depend on Darian made him feel sick to his stomach.
Darian was cowering at the gate-line, his wide shoulders hunched and his frame shaking.
Darian, bring me Sofi.
Toni pushed both women behind him, and Darian took a teetering step towards him.
Darian's eyes were glazed and still, his confusion clear.
Darian sat, hunched and unresponsive on the far side.
She placed her hands on her face and winced as Sofi vacuumed her power as Darian had.
She looked at the unconscious woman in her lap then twisted to look up at Darian.
The devil reached over to Darian, placing a hand on his red forehead.
He pulled his phone free, realizing neither Toni nor Darian had checked in for a couple of hours.
Darian was in the shadows, dressed in his workout gear, splattered with blood.
What'd you do, Darian?
Darian hesitated, and fury filled Dusty.
You have sixty seconds to tell me what happened, Darian.
He paused, bristling with lightning and rage at the thought of Darian betraying their family.
Dusty was prepared for the worst, but Darian's story left him speechless.
You're no brother of mine, Darian.
He'd spent so long hoping Darian became what he once was.
The Darian he'd known was gone.
He wanted Darian dead.
Darian asked in a sad voice.
He stalked away, sensing how hurt Darian was.
You-- and Darian-- have to fix this.
Darian is a disaster.
If Darian can't return her, I'll bring her back after the battle is over.
Can you stabilize Darian?
Um, boss, that Darian guy is trying to walk straight into the town.
He felt fury at the mention of Darian's name mixed with resignation.
As pissed as he was, Darian was his brother.
Of all the coddling he'd accused Sofi and Bianca of doing, he'd been working hard to protect Darian from anything that might force him to grow into his powers.
Darian felt like he was walking through a dream.
Darian grabbed another zombie-vamp and tried to heal him.
Darian lowered the phone, losing hope once again, when it vibrated.
Bianca waited for Darian to say something more insightful, but nothing came.
She sneaked a peek at her phone, agitated that Darian hadn't been at all concerned with the situation he left her in.
His eyes flashed, and she willed Darian to respond to her.
Dusty wouldn't be there to fish her out as he had Darian.
Darian sensed him and whirled, his eyes lighting up before he looked down.
Darian waved an elderly woman over.
Dusty looked from Darian's hopeful face to Jonny's pale and sullen features.
As if noticing him for the first time, Darian stared at Bianca's brother, an odd look crossing his face.
Jonny looked confused and uneasy, while Darian looked like he was ready to pounce.
For a moment, Dusty was reminded again of the strong, confident leader Darian had been, long ago.
And so is Darian.
Darian picked up after the first ring.
We're gonna blow the place, Darian!
Dusty wanted nothing more than to order Darian back to Ohio to finish one mess before dragging them into another.
You need to leave, Darian.
Darian asked in a hushed voice.
I believe in you, Darian.
At least, Dusty hoped that's what Darian did.
Darian's eyes glowed and swirled.
At this point, he had no choice but to trust Darian.
Across the room, Darian shifted closer to the battle, one hand rubbing the back of his head.
Dusty's shout to Darian was lost in another burst of thunder.
She looked up at Darian a short distance away, watching his dark-light power streak around the room.
Unaffected by Darian's magic, Bianca touched Jonny's lifeless body, recalling the Watcher's words.
Darian's voice came as if across a great distance and echoed around the room.
Darian shouted, staggering beneath the weight of his magic.
Darian staggered, dropped her, and landed hard on his backside.
Figured everything would turn out okay, Darian said with a weak shrug.
He looked at Darian, who frowned.
Surprised, Dusty turned to see Darian pull his cell from a pocket.
What did Darian do this time?
Looks like Darian took out everyone's power but Damian's.
Darian moved sluggishly towards the shivering woman.
Maybe because you dumped her and Darian off on me and disappeared?
Darian tell you to come get me?
Dusty didn't say what they both knew, that Darian's attempt to save the world broke something they didn't know how to fix.
Darian won't stop talking about Bianca's cookies.
Darian's grounded 'til further notice.
Lookin' good, Darian, Jule said.
Darian's power had grown; the air of the room shimmered, and light and dark alike warped in the space around Darian.
I can't help feeling bad for him, Darian said, his gaze growing dark and distant.
Darian cocked his head to the side, as if hearing someone call his name.
The Darian he remembered had never been brooding or hesitant like this man.
His brother, Darian, however, tended to follow her around like a lost puppy.
Damian went to the gym, where Darian spent most of his time.
Amused, Damian looked at Darian and tossed his head towards the door.
My name is Darian.
Darian can read minds.
Darian's voice jarred him out of his thoughts.
Darian emerged from the kitchen, trailed by a small, shapely woman with dark, curly hair tied in a ponytail.
She laughed, a contagious sound, and he saw her effect even on Darian, who had relaxed and sat in a chair nearby.
Darian rolled his eyes.
Darian asked, eyes narrowing.
Darian's interest was piqued.
I'm not, uh, restricted to either realm, Darian said.
Darian held out his as well, and Jule took both their hands, at once bombarded with Bianca's cool energy and Darian's hot energy.
I touched her so she could show me where you were, and I felt what she can do, Darian said.
Dusty's not allowed out of his room without her—" "Darian!" she said with a laugh.
Darian had been a shell of a man when Sofi found him several months ago.
Between her and Sofi, they'd brought Darian back from the dead.
You'll work with Darian.
Silently, he admitted Darian wouldn't back down if an Other crossed his path.
No, Darian, Damian said, perplexed.
Darian nodded and looked the vamp up and down.
And Darian was the final key.
Jule was quiet, trying hard to remember something from before the Schism besides brief glimpses of Darian and Damian.
The Vamp is here, and yet the only tear between realms was caused by Darian and is being pursued by the Watchers and Others, Damian said.
Darian said a Watcher ordered you to kill your mate?
For a moment, she wondered if Darian had followed her here, too, like he did everywhere else.
Xander's attention was caught first by Darian.
Sofi stepped to him, unafraid, while Darian edged closer.
She recognized Damian, Darian, Jonny, the woman who accompanied Jonny, and several others.
As if feeling what she did, Darian lunged at her.
Jule watched the beautiful woman knock Darian to the ground for a second time.
Her gaze went from Darian to her father, and Jule saw the flash of anger that crossed her face.
Darian got up again, distracting her.
Darian's head was spinning, his mind reverberating with the power of the site.
Darian didn't remember it any more than he remembered much of the thousands of years he spend enslaved by Jonny's predecessor.
The Watcher winked out of existence, and Darian looked up.
What does this have to do with Darian?
Darian wants nothing to do with any woman after what he's been through.
After her conversation with Xander, she couldn't help wondering if there was something more that made Darian seek her out or made her willing to humor him.
She recognized Damian and Darian as they neared and crept closer to Jule at the sight of the strange man with red glowing eyes.
Darian was the first to spot them.
You here to kick Darian's ass again?
Yully, you've met Damian and Darian.
He recognized the procedure but hadn't heard of it being used since before his brother, Darian, had died thousands of years ago.
There was a reason he banned thoughts of Darian and Claire from his mind, an instinct he'd never been able to face in all the years since Darian's death.
Darian's words haunted him again, and he quickly suppressed the memories.
Tears began to spill again, and she began to understand how Darian felt, utterly alone and abandoned in the corner of her mind.
Darian stirred, pushing himself farther into the corner.
Darian wouldn't leave her alone.
Darian's whisper was tortured.
Darian was crying, and her head hurt.
In the long silence that followed, she heard Darian's sobs.
Claire, Darian said again.
I know, Darian! she replied, hoping the man in her head didn't distract her.
Darian wasn't crying for once, and his voice almost too hushed to make out.
Stop Claire, Darian all but demanded.
She wondered if the dead man in her head, Darian, felt this way when he cried.
He paced, mind racing with memories he could no longer suppress, thoughts of his brother, of Claire, of Darian's death.
Maybe Darian hadn't been talking about infidelity but about something else.
Memories of how much Darian loved Claire, of his own nights in her bed, overwhelmed him.
That she'd used him, killed Darian … "Damian."
He was reliving the pain of Darian's death, sickened by his own cowardice.
Darian had even tried to warn him, and he'd never wanted to see what was in front of him.
No. It was Darian's rule—if you trust someone, don't do it.
She stirred from her trance at the voice, mind replaying scenes of Darian's death.
Darian had quieted as the scenes of his violent demise played through her dreams.
If she closed her eyes, she'd see the home video of Darian's funeral pile.
You were meant to be at Darian's side.
She'd never loved Darian and had used him to gain his title and power.
What was left of Darian went up in the second funeral pile in his honor.
He no longer needed to feel as if he still dwelt in the shadow of Darian's death.
Your name is Darian.
I love him, Darian.
Please help him, Darian.
Please, Darian, come back to me.
The Guardians were here, ready to take the shot that would kill Darian.
He moved forward, stopping to stare at Darian.
Before she started to drift into an in-between place, she saw Darian stand and look around, awake for the first time in thousands of years.
Darian eyed him warily, not recognizing him, before he knelt beside her again.
Sofia pushed Darian's hands away.
I'll protect you, kiri, Darian said into her mind.
Darian placed her behind Dustin and climbed behind Rainy.
She hopped off the four by four, reached out to Darian and grabbed his hand, pulling him with her.
Darian held his head, and she wrapped her arms around him, wishing she could protect him from the dark memories breaking free.
A hand swept the dark memories from her mind, and she sagged against Darian, feeling the same sense of peace overtake his mind.
Darian began to cry, and she held him tighter.
Pierre hopped out and helped her and then Darian.
The men on the small base drew their weapons at the sight of Darian.
She hopped to her feet and shoved Jule's arm away, pulling Darian to the ground beside her.
Darian crouched beside his brother, studying him while emotions flew across his features.
He stared into Darian's gold eyes, seeking some sign of the man he'd known.
Darian struggled visibly, his gaze stormy and his frame shaking.
Darian knew him because of Sofia.
Darian's mind was like a disaster scene after a hurricane.
Your Oracle and Darian had to do the real work.
He wasn't part of the plan to kill him, but he found out from Claire when they met shortly before Darian's death.
Darian is the Grey God?
He reached out to his brother and touched his head to Darian's forehead.
Darian didn't resist, and Damian delighted in the idea that the sound of him breathing meant his brother was truly alive.
Damian waved him away, his attention returning to Darian.
Darian stood obediently, and Damian's throat tightened again to know his brother was at his side.
Darian was showing more signs of life.
Good. Easier for me than Darian to readjust.
Darian appeared confused as he took in Jule and Dusty, recognition blooming slowly.
How are you, Darian?
Darian had a long way to go, but he was alive.
Darian's disapproving gaze mirrored Damian's, and Sofia hid her face against Damian's chest as the three men facing her gave her similar looks.
Her gaze fell to Darian.
She shifted away from Damian and touched Darian's forehead, absorbing the horror of his memories.
Dustin approached, his gaze as haunted as Darian's.
He knelt, ruffling the snow from Darian's hair.
He helped Darian to his feet.
We're evac-ing you and Darian next, he ordered.
She followed Dustin and Darian down the hall.
The new voice in her mind was the same as the voice she'd heard during the chopper ride with Darian.
Darian's voice was monotonous.
The Watcher approached Darian, who knelt in response to a silent command.
His considering gaze returned to Darian.
She took Darian's hand and led him down the hall like the lost child he was.
The White God, Darian, strode through his marble halls, the soft footfalls of his leather boots the only sound in the imperial corridor.
They reached the beach, and Darian saw his young brother wielding a sword in complex weapons forms.
He'll be a warrior, methinks, Darian said.
Jule chuckled, as aware of the youth's temper as Darian was.
What would I do, Darian?
I liked it better when it was just us, Darian.
Darian dismounted and pulled out his sword.
And, since you said you weren't sure you could trust her, Darian.
Darian said nothing, unaware of how much his brother missed him until this moment.
His own father hadn't mated with his mother for ten years, until after Darian's birth.
As for trusting Claire, there were still days Darian wasn't certain her father wasn't still trying to be the puppet master.
Damian appeared pensive as he responded to Darian's playful strikes.
Darian wasn't sure what his little brother would decide.
He was also a favorite with Darian's advisors and court, with a knack for connecting with everyone, even the servants.
Damian's wine goblet was never empty during the day, and he always had well-cared-for boots and more fresh flowers in his room than Darian.
Darian mounted his horse again, joining Jule as the Original Immortal led his horse down the beach.
Darian glanced towards his closest friend.
I'm grateful for your counsel, and I'll protect you as I would my brother, Darian replied.
Darian studied his friend, unable to discern exactly what Jule wanted him to know.
Darian studied him a moment before his gaze went to the flowers floating from the apple trees.
Darian's gaze swept over his mate's form.
Think about what I said, Darian.
Jule left them in peace, and Darian offered his hand to Claire.
Nothing new, Darian replied.
Darian started towards the palace, intending to take her to bed with him once more before he started his official duties.
Darian mounted his horse.
Darian glanced at his warriors.
Darian guided the horse through marble streets marked by statues of his forefathers and beyond the city into the wood running along a stream that ran through the immortal countryside.
Darian dismounted and lifted Claire off the horse, settling her gently beneath a tree.
I fell for you that day, Darian.
Darian glanced at her.
Not wanting to ruin their morning, Darian took her into his arms.
Isac was the first to slam an axe into Darian's body, his brutal strikes falling over and over.
Her whole life, no one had made her feel as Darian did.
She pushed the thoughts of Darian from her head, instead focusing on seeing herself seated in his throne.
I need Darian alive, in case the plan to rule the mortal world doesn't quite work out for me.
He fished around in the remains of Darian and yanked free something that glimmered silver in the early morning light.
She recognized the necklace that marked Darian as the White God.
Immobilized, fear rose within her as she watched the Black God lift Darian's bloody form from the ground.
What would Darian tell you to do?
Darian had followed her around like a lost puppy before she was assigned to the Black God.
Darian asked, gazing into its clear green eyes.
Darian had survived two lives and was on his third.
Darian tucked the feline under his arm with one more look at the mirror.
Darian walked down the hall and stairwell to the study where his brother, the White God Damian, was probably plotting how to outsmart the pesky little immortals who'd declared war on them.
Darian watched his little brother, at once proud of the White God that Damian had grown into and crushed by the sense of his own failure.
Damian had taken his place when betrayal rendered Darian near-dead then enslaved to a madman for thousands of years.
Damian's nature was not like Darian's and their father's, but he'd shouldered the responsibility to protect humanity and battle the Black God without question.
Darkness crossed Damian's features, the same darkness Darian felt go through him as he alluded to the fact he was broken beyond repair.
I'm proud of you, Darian.
Damian's smile widened, and Darian could see how touched his little brother was at the words.
Darian smiled, knowing how much Damian loved his family despite his complaints.
Darian hoped his excitement at the assignment didn't show.
Trusting Claire had led Darian to his enslavement.
I know she's not, but I'm telling myself she is, Darian thought to himself.
Damian said nothing, and Darian didn't have to look at his little brother to know he was trying not to grin.
Darian left the study and returned to his room.
Darian pulled on a down vest.
Darian closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, not yet able to channel his newfound magic.
Darian debated how to find Jenn before he risked talking to her mentally.
Darian had never felt threatened around her, even with his desire to find some reason to write her off as another Claire.
Darian wasn't sure what to make of her reaction.
This isn't a safe place for you to be, Darian.
Darian watched her, startled by her abruptness.
Darian remained for another long moment before Traveling to the nearest town, determined to figure out what was going on.
He and Darian would make for a thrilling match, she noted.
Darian was lean as a whip, his body honed to the point where instinct and reaction were one.
She'd never battled anyone with Darian's speed.
I was talking about Darian.
She wasn't about to let him use her to betray any of them, especially Darian, who had gone through too much already.
Darian found a summer cabin beside a lake in a small logging town near the Black God's hideout.
At Sofi's icy voice, Darian turned away from the safe and faced her.
Darian faced the safe to hide his smile and continued searching.
Darian collected his two favorite cats then packed a small suitcase and Traveled to the cabin.
Darian cocked his head to the side.
Darian considered the words, well aware of the same truth.
Its green gaze turned intent, and Darian waited for it to speak again.
They Traveled, and Darian opened his eyes in a place where it was dark and cold.
I can do it, Darian said.
Darian stared at the portal, memories swirling through him.
I don't need your help, Darian said and turned away.
As Darian suspected, the small creature was unwilling to reveal its true intentions.
Darian cursed at it under his breath, knowing it hadn't done what he said.
Darian opened his eyes.
With a shiver, Darian Traveled back to the cabin he'd claimed.
Darian exited and dressed in all black, arming himself with knives.
Darian Traveled back to Damian's, arriving in the gym.
The creature he sought was lifting weights, and bristled as Darian appeared.