Doric Dungeons And Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Novels & Stories

The hall fell silent. I rose as a wolf, massive, Alpha sized, eyes glowing sapphire. My paw prints scorched the rug with frost. Darius staggered back. “Goddess...” Lydia’s face twisted. “Impossible. She’s mine. I raised...” In her panic, she shrugged off her coat and the sleeve rode up. There was a black crescent moon tattoo with thorns entwining it. It was a rogue symbol. Elder Thorne pointed. “Rogue mark!”

I asked, cracking open an eye to peer up at him. “The wolves and demons.” He answered. “Wolves?” “Werewolves, yes.” Marcus said, “My friend Drake’s territory overlaps with ours.” “Okay, so interesting week still. Demons, dragons, devils, and werewolves.” I said with a slight giggle that made my head throb worse. Bringing my hand up, I pressed it to my temple. Sin caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. The rest of the car ride was made in blissful silence until Marcus parked the car and the door was thrown open.

************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet. A shrill, mechanical scream. Red lights filled the corridors. Sergio’s phone buzzed. He picked it up and answered after listening for a while. “Where?” Marco’s voice crackled through the speaker. “West wing breach. There’s a symbol carved into the wall.” "Which family?" Sergio demanded angrily. "De Rossi, sir. I think the groom finally grew some courage." Rosana’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the man she had almost married. So he hadn't given up?

Other breeds filled in: >The Morvath breed: broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, wrestled one another in displays of strength, tearing stone pillars from the ground and hurling them like spears. >The Velmari, pale and lean, drifted through the crowds. Their bites left no scars but sickness—small, deliberate kisses of plague that they gifted as souvenirs to mortal thralls who begged for the honor. >The Draemiri, ash-skinned and crowned with bone horns, they were known for binding mortals into dream-trances that lasted weeks. >The Zeryth, whose mouths split too wide and whose laughter bled into sobbing, the cruelest tricksters among the clans.

she held my hand and began to pull me inside, “Come on” I stepped in and shut the door behind me. All the dorms at Heldon were designed the same. They all had separate bedrooms and bathrooms. Alex and I shared a room because I used to sleep walk and he would help me stay put. The sleepwalking has toned down but I suppose we have gotten a little too used to being in the same space. “Where’s Dalia?” I asked. Dalia was Rita’s dorm mate. She was a party animal and was hardly ever around which worked well for Rita.

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.”

“Now it would be Nick.” “Charlotte and Jessica can block the stairway with magic,” Malachi said and I nodded. “I’ll be in my cloak,” Kiran said and Adara shot him a glare. “No fire, I promise. I’m never going back to Helheim.” “How many guns do you have in the house?” Malachi asked and Charlotte started to laugh. “Nine in the house and seventeen in the forest,” I said and he shook his head as he chuckled. “I guess I’ll take a gun or two,” Malachi said.

He had seen this before and he refused to be the victim this time. “What is he doing?” Gluttony asked, he had never seen and AOD do anything like this before. “I’m not really sure, but whatever it is, you don’t want to be too close.” Pride answered. “Okay, we get Mr. Big bad AOD, you can stop at any point now.” Envy was getting bored with this pissing contest. She walked closer as Daniel lifted his sword. He was just about to swing and send her back to hell the same way he had sent Wrath before. But he was stopped as a voice rang out. It was authoritative and familiar. The tone gave off the sense of fear and anguish. It was none other than Abbadon herself.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

Drinking every golden drop his pile of coin could buy him. And still unable to drown her memory. Morning came and he found himself stumbling from the Silver Stallion into Dread Country, then deeper into the Dread Hideout, specifically. The sacred place that the witches, Dreads, of Ardae could seek sanctuary and not be hunting. Most governing bodies didn’t dare tread too far into Dread Hideout. Knowing that it was overrun with Dreads, demons and every other monstrous thing. Including Mardichi, currently. He was headed straight for Acharius’ den. He fumbled through the narrow entrance. Finding his way through the stone corridors with practiced ease. Even in the dark. Entering Acharius’ expansi