روايات وقصص ضمن Doric Dungeons And Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Thorian asserted, his alpha demeanor radiating authority. Darius, the cloaked figure, responded with a dark chuckle that sent shivers down the spines of those present. "Or else what, Thorian Blackwood?" Darius taunted, his voice dripping with malevolence. Thorian, undeterred, growled in anger, positioning himself defiantly with everyone behind him, a united front against the enigmatic threat.

I watched Josh through half closed eyes, he was sweating profusely and looked like he was enjoying himself. It was a covenant sealed in a room that smelled of damp walls and desperation. The torn cream lace was on the floor, a heap of ruined promises. On those yellowed sheets, amidst the noise of the nighttime slum outside, we claimed the only thing the VC couldn't reach. For a few hours, the danger didn't exist. There was only the heat of our skin, the weight of his promise, my moans, his groans and the silent, terrifying knowledge that by dawn, the loom of thorns would start pulling the strings again.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

Clawed fingers wrapped around my throat, yanking me up off the ground. I choked, gasping as my feet left the floor, my bound hands useless. "You're a thief," Darius hissed, his voice a growl. "But you are not just a thief, are you? You’ve taken something more than mere gold, more than trinkets." I struggled, thrashing in his grip, but his hold was like iron. His words came out in a snarl, each one laced with anger. "Not someone like you. Weak. Helpless."

I knew we were no match for whoever was coming through the door we now faced, but we would not go down without a fight. “Oh dear.” The she-wolf chuckled as she entered the apartment and took in the sight of us prepared for battle. “Now, I’m not here for any of that.” “Who are you?” Rory demanded. “Oh, silly me, where are my manners. I am Honor. I come from the Priestess circle.”

He should be overwhelmingly rich, given his kind's obsession to treasures and as a mercenary like him, even a gold bar is already valuable. "Hmmm...How much?" "Name your price." His eyes glinted with the thought of a chest full of gold, but he'll have to tone it down because this job doesn't seem worth as much. "Three tons of gold." "One." His lips parted. How stingy! "Two and a half," he said, hesitating to bargain with a dragon. Carthal paused. "Two. Take it or I'll kill your woman." Giorgio tensed. Her woman...how did he know about Poppy?! He can't touch her. She's safe under the protection of the Supreme Alpha... "P-Poppy? N-No...you can't get to her."

I bellowed, arms cracking as Dusk began to come forward and I partially transformed. "I can take care of my-!" He turned to yell but was cut off as another rogue came barreling out of the forest and knocked straight into him. He merely skidded back, a sickening crack filling the air as my mate was left panting and the rogue lay with a gnarled snapped neck. 'Fuck,' Dusk gulped,' he's fast but no pregnant hound should be fighting. Stop standing around and fucking do something!' I cursed at Dusk, opening the link for everybody,' rogues are swarming. Get here now!' The command was meant more for Orion and Silas but the pack showed their loyalty with just how fast they began attacking.

“We don’t have a lot of rulers, we have just one and that is me, you don’t need to appeal to anybody else for the army. That was our bargain and I will deliver after some new terms and you are going to have a meal with my family today, you need to see how Northerners behave.” I cringed, I forgot that other empires were not like Dar who had five rulers and five major sectors and my best friend and honorary older brother, Orel was the ruler of one of those sectors while his wife, Themis was the Prophesy seer, a strange girl with an equal strange power and temper towards me. Orel was smitten by her so by default, I have to like her. “So I will have dinner with your family this evening.” I nodde

Ash lifted his head. When he spoke, the words sounded layered—as if two voices came from his mouth at once: “They’ve found me.” A low, rising roar echoed through the trees. Darkthorn had arrived. Hundreds—no, thousands—of warriors moved like a black tide just beyond the camp’s border, their torches bobbing in the dark. Their crest—a crimson thorn wrapped around a wolf’s skull—gleamed like fresh blood. Tyla sucked in a breath beside me. I stepped closer, shielding her with my body even though her power surged so fiercely she didn’t need me to.

“From my admittedly cursory examination, it looked like Jonathan Hawthorne died from magical electrocution. I was wondering if it might’ve been your signature Unimpressive Finger Lightning.” Ouch. “You know, that’s not really my preferred name for it.” Dor shrugged and started to rummage in a pouch he’d pulled from some unknown recess of his robes. “It killed one of the more skilled warlocks in this part of the world. I’d say it’s not so unimpressive after all.” He looked up, his eyes gleaming an opaque, otherworldly silver in the moonlight. A shudder went down my spine, the kind of instinctive fear that made my brainstem want to crawl out my ear and slither off in terror. What the fuck was