D And D Honor Among Thieves Novels & Stories

"Morton’s men. They’ll stick to protocol. But the things in the hallway won't." I stepped over the arm of a dead Harvester, my boots crunching through ceramic shards. "Aris Thorne’s personal extraction units. They don’t care about collateral. They only want the code in my blood." Damian’s eyes narrowed, tracking the faint, violet-silver threads pulsing beneath the skin of my jaw. He reached out, not to grab me, but to press his palm against the heavy titanium door of the observation theater. No keycard. He just pressed his thumb over a hidden biometric scanner in the molding.

‘I won’t kill you, Skylar,’ Scyrlyt says. ‘I’m trusting you,’ I think, turning in her direction. ‘My dragon’s honor, I will not harm you.’ I turn and look at Ryuki. “What is dragon’s honor?” He looks shocked. “It’s their most sacred promise. Who gave you their dragon’s honor?” he asks, looking at his dragon. “Relax, rider. I’m not stealing your dragon,” I say, although I wonder if that’s possible. “It was Scyrlyt who gave me her dragon’s honor, so I’d know she’s not going to kill me.”

"What's mine is yours. Take these—you can pawn them and start over. So you lost your job. You're a capable guy; you'll land on your feet." A greedy glint lit in his eyes as he snatched them. "You're right… you're right! With capital, I can turn this all around." I feigned sudden concern. "I've heard stories… they say one big win at a high-stakes table can set you up for life. But, Honey, promise me you won't gamble. We just don't have that kind of luck." The moment I said it, a dangerous hope ignited in his gaze. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled tissue. "Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?"

I’ll toss her aside for the trade route after I’m done with her. As she laid down on the bed, I walked over, removing my clothes along the way, “Was that so hard?” I said as I climbed on top of her. *** Darius POV Anton and I both felt the tethers of the warriors snap. When it happened, we immediately went to the house. We have kept that place a well-hidden secret. No one knows about it, except the two warriors, Anton and me. The only exception is the rogues, and they are loyal to money. So unless someone is paying them more than I am, which is doubtful, they will keep their mouths shut.

"Vampire poison. He says it's the only way I'll survive." Thelma looked at the vial, then at me. "Will you use it?" "I don't know," I admitted. "It's dishonorable. But it might save my life." She took the vial from my hand, studying it carefully. Then she walked to the window and threw it out, watching it shatter on the stones below. "Honor matters," Thelma said quietly. "Not because of some abstract principle, but because of who you are. You're a True Alpha. That means something. If you win by cheating, you're not the man I love."

His chains rattled again in his mind, as though Dain’s voice alone could shackle him back into that nightmare. The stranger’s gaze flicked toward Soren, briefly softening. Searching. Seeing. And then it hardened again as it shifted back to Dain. “And you broke him. You don’t get second chances with something like that. You lost your right. Now let him go.” The thugs glanced nervously at one another, their fists tightening and loosening as though unsure whether to fight or flee. Even the three hidden shapes lurking in the deeper shadows paused, their eyes darting between the two men, waiting like wolves for the alpha to signal blood.

“Your path is yours, child. You do not carry anyone sin.” The figures murmured, recoiling at the words. Thalia gasped, her fingers curling into fists. Slowly, the battlefield changed, light pushing through the darkness. She stood taller, her wolf howling defiantly. Her sword reappeared in her hand. “I am Thalia, a warrior, and I will not bow to a past that is not mine.” The accusing whispers stopped, leaving only the glow of the light. *Darius’s Vision The Shadow Pack Alpha stood in his own hall, his people bowing to Ryder. His teeth clenched. “I am their Alpha!” he roared.

Mockery rained from the stands. “The Thorn Lord shackled himself!” “He wears death already!” “Honor is for fools!” Heat surged in my chest, shadows clawing madly at the bindings. My hands trembled with the urge to rip the resin off, to bare my flesh, to prove I was no crippled fool. But I did not. I stood. Heavy as stone. Alone. And I looked at them. One by one. Dante of the Ashen Crown—his armor was gilded, his smile sharp. I could smell the sorcery woven into his very blood, see the faint ripple in the air around him. He had not even bothered to hide his cheating. He wanted me to see it.

“Not of dying. Of failing. Whoever sent him he fears them more than you.” The rogue’s lips twitched, betraying a flicker of truth. Zaiden’s claws dug into the stone wall beside him. His voice was thunder. “Then tell me who holds your leash.” The rogue laughed, blood dripping down his chin. “Why should I? My death buys me honor.” “Honor?” I scoffed. My wolf pressed forward in me, burning hot. “No. It buys you silence. That’s all.”

“You’re too easy to target.” I hated that it was true. My chest tightened. Dream inhaled softly, reached out, and lifted my chin with two fingers. “Please,” he murmured. “For me.” I swallowed. Hard. “Fine.” I lied. With the confidence of a seasoned criminal. Two hours later, my system chimed: Side Quest Activated: Uncover Adrian’s Motive Risk Level: Extremely High Reward: Hidden Upgrade + Bonus Affection My conscience died instantly. Dream’s affection was my fatal weakness.