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

He studied the nails from his left hand. Droyn drank more mead. "Gorn, Tizgar, Hewe, and I had to pass some tests to become mercenaries. We have gained the trust of the Orc's leader of the Erylas outpost." He put the goblet on the table. "Were's Kerra?" The snowcat stuck her little head out from Rhobart's shoulder bag and let out a brief hiss. "Hiding," Rhobart said. Kerra got back into the bag.

The war has begun sooner than I had anticipated. Warriors from every clan have gathered to help stop the rogues but it may not be enough. These rogues fear what they do not understand and they want to wipe out me and family. We are the last of the Silver Dragons. “Thierry how are we doing out there,” I ask, one of my best friends. Thierry is an Alpha from the wolf pack in the other realm called earth.

Phoenix answers while moving to the seat next to Ares, as Thaddeus sits beside me. "Thank you for inviting us to this summit, it's about time someone stands up to Dagon, he has destroyed many of our covens," Thaddeus speaks as a servant comes over with a table setting for him. "Of course, he has destroyed many lives and has been hunting my mate since she was a child," Osric admits with a displeased tone, making it clear how much he hates Dagon.

Doroin walked to sweep the air until three men suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, like magic. Amora was shocked when she saw them. Liam had to advise her that she should start getting less startled because it would show how weak she was. Neither of them spoke again until Doron introduced the three men. "They are members of the Black Dragon," he said, making Amora flinch.

The golden bracelet remained exposed, its warm glow a reminder of Fafnir's presence. When he finally emerged from his chamber, he found his chosen companions waiting, each similarly prepared for whatever might come. Marcia wore her full battle regalia, the insignia of Dracoterrum's imperial guard gleaming on her breastplate. Kiri had exchanged her usual flowing garments for something more fitted and practical, though no less elegant, silver runes embroidered along the edges that hummed with power. Dilo stood tall and proud, her void-corrupted arm not hidden but displayed openly, a statement and weapon both.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

If they do not confess the location of that traveler, who carries the energy stone, who dared to steal the energy stones from the palace of their king, the Dark Lord Aragon. But the dwarves remained silent, and did not say a word, despite their extreme terror... let Eros come forward The second leader after Matthew, Aragon's loyal assistant Eros grabbed the dwarf leader's neck and lifted him high off the ground. His eyes turned black, and he opened his eyes. His mouth opened and bared his fangs, while the dwarven leader began to lose his temper He took a breath, trying hard to catch it. Eros looked at him with hatred, and whispered with pleasure, saying to him with a deranged smile , he was

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

Magic laced the air instantly. From the far side, Dorian emerged—tall, silver-haired, eyes black with shadow and red with rage. “You came,” he said. “I was starting to think you'd hide behind your new mate.” “I’ve never hidden,” Serena said. “I don’t need an army to confront you.” Dorian smirked. “But you brought one anyway.” Theron and Elias stepped beside her. Dorian’s smile vanished. “So this is it, then? You’ve chosen your side?”

|| Third-party POV || The Reventhorn Castle was cloaked in an air of tension, the kind that made even the walls seem to hold their breath. Darius had called for an urgent meeting, summoning Alpha Asher, Alpha Daren, and Alexander to his study. Benson was already there, his presence a storm of barely contained rage and desperation. The rogue they had captured sat bound and silent in the corner, his expression blank, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He was a ghost, a shadow, a tool used and discarded by someone far more dangerous.