Cast Of Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves Doric Novels & Stories

Where was Darren? The dragons told me that he was no longer on the battlefield and that he went searching for me. Somehow he’d vanished, and they were concerned he may have been captured. My mate would not have been easily captured. If he was taken, there would be evidence left behind. It would be hard to completely subdue him without a fight, especially with his immunity to most poisons. As I approached the main throne room, I felt a tiny hand place theirs on my arm. I looked down to see beautiful silver eyes and jet black hair. It was the little dragon prince, Thorin, who had taken a shine to me.

"Thorne sees only the cost. He forgets the price of *not* fighting. Of letting the jackals pick us apart piece by bloody piece." One of the older warriors, a grizzled veteran named Doric with a missing ear, spoke up, his voice a low rasp. "Easy to talk cost from the high table, Alpha. My sister’s mate... he was on that ridge with Kael. Gutted. Barely breathing. He’s got three pups barely weaned." His eyes, hard as flint, held a challenge. "We bleed for a ghost, they say. For a woman who don’t even know her own name." The scent of defiance, sharp and metallic, joined the grief.

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

He hung around us, but he never actually talked with us. I had never had many friends, but these three were my friends, next to my brother. There were five important clans in Draconià that formed the Royal council, and my family, Clan Firestorm, were the guardians of the Crown. Caden looked at me and I motioned him to go with the guys. He turned to look at Thoren. “You want to come, brother?” Theoren grunted and nodded. Soon they all disappeared into the crowd with the twins. After just a few seconds I saw the guys dancing with girls.

Dorian and five warriors stood close about us in a squat circle. The battle began with a resounding crash down the corridors. Cries, snarlings, the keen scrape of steel on steel. Theodore had hired mercenaries. Four dark-hearted wolves and rogues who served gold, not honor. As we rounded a corner, two shapes lurched out from hiding in the darkness. Gianna—and Theodore. Gianna wore black, her long hair hanging free about her shoulders, and her eyes gave off a delirious gleam.

These men’s armour was finer than the soldiers around us, the colours more vivid and the leather detailing beautiful to behold. “It is good to see you Aurien,” the foremost man stopped before us. His voice was warm as he greeted my dragon. He was masked, as they all were, but I saw his eyes flick to me. “And your lady friend.” “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Aurien announced. “Magistar Glenowayn.” “Princess,” the man amended. “My apologies. How may we serve you?” “Magistar Glenowayn, we seek the warlock Daerton,” I told him, rising to my feet, and stepping away from Aurien. “I am currently engaged in a war and require his services.”

“I can explain-“ “Can you?” Dorian’s voice was cold as death. He stood, pulling Selene with him, his eyes fixed on the healer. “Can you explain why Ravenna had our essence? Why you just happened to have exactly the right supplies?” “My lord, I—” Thalia’s voice broke. “I never meant..I thought-” “You’re the traitor,” Marcus breathed. “All this time.” War horns sounded in the distance. Fenris’s assault had begun.

Before they could process in their thoughts what I exactly meant, a shadow behind the two warriors facing me came out. "I heard someone looking for me!" He was here. Orora was right. He was here as a slave. His looks had never changed. Dragons had the power to look young for millenniums, and the evidence was right in front of me. The four warriors surrounding me hastily faced him. Fear was all over their disgusting looks. "Thorin, it is nice to see you again!" He smirked. Even me, Thorin's human, he could recognize. "How do you know that I am Thorin?" I asked, sneering. Our eyes never left the warriors, waiting in shock. This was what we wanted. Frittering away the time for a while, making t

My Second looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell him what to do, but I didn’t have an answer for him. “Don’t you have friends to sit with?” Byron leaned forward, his gaze piercing into Hugo like a knife. Hugo met the alpha’s eyes, and to my surprise, he held his own. He didn’t shrink back as I’d expected him to. This was a mistake as much as it was admirable. Damien growled, but it was too quiet to be noticeable. “Our friends are out today.” Marcel came to stand beside Hugo, a hot plate clutched between his fingers.

"Nooo! No, you killed her. Y-you savages! She is dead! Stay away from her! You heartless murderers!" "Stop!" Their commander roared and they let her be. Doris's beautiful naked body lies half-buried in the ground, blood-stained her toned skin mixed with mud. Andreios saw he was still bleeding and he knew he would join her sooner if they didn't kill him any faster. "I think our work here is done." The man spoke as more men filed into the farm. "What about the kids?" One man asked.