D And D Honor Among Thieves Novels & Stories

I knew that Dorian was mine, and I trusted him completely. As I waited for him to return, I couldn't help but think about the new knowledge I had recently acquired about hunters. I had spent hours researching them, and their tactics, the reason why wolves, vampires and hunters are in dispute was still unknown to me. I hoped that Dorian would be interested in hearing about what I had learned and the questions I planned to ask him. Finally, Dorian emerged from behind the tree, fully dressed once again. I stood up to meet him, but before I could say anything, he cut me off.

Damian ground in deep, hips circling, riding it out until he was empty. They stayed like that—Damian buried inside, chest heaving against Alex’s back, teeth still grazing the fresh bite mark. Alex’s legs shook so badly he thought they might give out. Then the lights flickered—once, twice—then snapped back to bright white. Damian pulled out fast. A hot trickle started immediately down Alex’s thigh. Damian spun him, wiped the mess roughly with his handkerchief, then shoved it into Alex’s pocket. “Fix your clothes.”

His presence seemed unexpected yet oddly comforting in this foreboding place. "Greetings, travelers," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "I am Darius, from the Moonshadow Pack. I sensed your arrival and your quest to rescue Alpha Damien." His words resonated with hope, and for a moment, we allowed ourselves to believe that we had found an ally in our darkest hour. The weariness of our journey momentarily lifted, replaced by cautious optimism. Darius continued, his voice carrying a note of empathy. "I too have lost a pack member to these rogues. I offer my assistance to help you free Alpha Damien. Together, we can bring justice to those who have taken our loved ones."

Darius walked over to the center of the camp and stood there with an unreadable expression as Xander handed a dagger over to him “By blood and magic,” Xander began, “you swear your loyalty to our cause. To aid in our fight against Zerathos. If you betray this oath, your life will be the price. May the earth bear us witness.” Darius met Xander’s gaze, then mine. Then, without hesitation, he sliced his palm, letting his blood drip into the earth beneath his feet. “I swear.” His voice was steady and unwavering. “Upon my blood, my life, and my honor, I vow to stand against Zerathos. To fight for Lycara. And to never betray those who stand beside me.”

No Nightmoor shield to stand between them and every bounty hunter who wanted a piece. “I won’t let him have Nightmoor,” Daire said. “Not while I breathe.” “Then don’t be stupid about it,” Mae snapped. “He will cheat. He will have Tribunal help. He will not walk into that circle thinking of honor. He will think about how neatly he can kill you and then sell that death as “restored stability.””

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Are you sure you are staying here to get revenge against Ethan? The way everything is going in the pack, it would be simple to destroy it.” Uncertainty glistened in Daxton’s eyes and his voice softened as if he was worried about something. “It is no longer about getting revenge. I mean it is, but now it's about honor. With my identity, I can’t just walk away from this mess. I also realize I can’t blame the pack members. With how the pack has been managed, it makes sense that the members are a bunch of idiots.”

Thorne's slab-jaws worked soundless first, yellowed fangs glinting saliva-slick in the gloom, before a gravel-roar erupted guttural from his cavernous chest, spittle flecking beard: "Impossible... my borders—scrys screaming rifts clotting shut like gangrened wounds, shadows receding whipped like castrated curs! How in the abyss—your half-bred whelps wrought this? Blackwood blood-sorcery? This diad abomination forged in profane rut?" Damian sheathed his massive blade with a slick, ichor-dripping shing that sang quench-thirst through the runes, the weapon's edge still steaming void-flesh melt; wolfish grin split his cragged face triumphant, silver temples stark-veined under ruins' oppressive g

“How do you make right a blood oath sworn in my name?” Before Jack could answer, Darius entered the office. He must have been listening from outside, waiting for the right moment to intervene. “By fighting alongside us,” Darius said, closing the door behind him. “The Steel Vultures prove their loyalty by standing with Blackhowl against Stormclaw. If you survive the war together, the blood oath will be considered fulfilled through shared blood instead of vengeance.” Jack stood, considering the offer. “You want us to risk our lives for your pack?”

Oliver instinctively scanned their surroundings and didn't notice anyone suspicious. Wyatt had just sent news that the King of Assassins, D, would be carrying out a mission on the top floor of this hospital today. He had always been flawless in completing his tasks, but he encountered unexpected trouble this time. They were ambushed. After being shot, D is currently being vigorously pursued. D is the code name for that man, meaning "Die," as in death. No one knows his real name. Oliver knew that Natalie wouldn't have anything to do with these people, but he still went crazy looking for her when he couldn't see her, fearing something might happen.

"And there will be substantial hunting rights as reward for your loyalty." (James's POV) I swirled premium aged whiskey in my glass, the exclusive pack-owned venue nearly empty at this late hour. My frustration had only intensified with each passing minute. The door opened, and Damon Thorne walked in, radiating confidence despite his lower standing compared to his half-brother. With a gesture, I dismissed everyone else from the private room. "Bold of you to summon me," Damon remarked, helping himself to a drink. "What could the mighty Foster Alpha want with me?"