Drizzt Catti-brie Novels & Stories

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Then a smile creeps across his face, one of those devastating, dimpled smiles that could ruin a woman’s life. “You’re Charlotte. Pretty sure you knew that.” Smug bastard. “You know exactly what I mean, Damon,” I snap at him. The smile fades slowly and darkly. He leans back, arms folding over his broad chest like a wall. “You’re Druiss.” A shiver trickles down my spine. That name again. “Okay… and what’s a Druiss?” “A Druiss is a Dreil.” I groan. “And what’s a Dreil?”

Three blades crossed over a broken crown. The heirs. Three of them rode at the front. The first was a woman, tall and lean, with hair the color of fresh blood. Her eyes were violet, like Malric’s had been. Magic rolled off her in waves. Sera Dravok. The mage-heir. The second was a man, broad-shouldered, scarred from jaw to collarbone, holding a war-axe that looked too heavy for any normal man. His grin was feral. Kael’s cousin. Orin Dravok. The war-heir.

Chapter 8: Undone Cassia The party is going well. Kendra and I decided to split up and look at the new art displays. I’m shocked to find my own art on display. My aunt and uncle, Arabella and Draco, approach me at that moment, glowing with pride. Arabella and Draco are art professors at the school. They are also a beautiful couple. They have been mated for over two hundred years. Arabella has long red hair and green eyes, and Draco is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

He flushed red in fury. “Not now.” Bast said. Not wanting him to chastise Teverius for what he’d done. “Leave Little Brother alone.” *** Acharius grunted and resumed firing arrows. Obeying Bast, thankfully. “What is this?” Alazareth’s voice cut the meadow as he emerged dragging a red-haired woman with him. Ringlets poured around her face. Her eyes luminesced orange. Revealing her as a Cimmerii servant. “No idea.” Tev murmured. “Where’s the black-haired Dark Dread?”

"Your father and I discovered what Carlos was planning. The forge documents, the embezzlement, the deal he made with powerful people who want to destroy everything we built. We've been gathering evidence but we're running out of time." I wiped my eyes and kept reading. "By now you've probably met William Dray. The contract marriage was real Katie, but it was also our way of protecting you. The Dray family has resources and connections that can keep you safe when we can't. Trust him. He's a good man even if he doesn't always show it." William made a sound beside me. When I glanced at him his eyes were red.

, and I could see my mother getting all teary-eyed as we approached. As all eyes were on us, Grace and I hugged them in greeting, and they allowed it. Mum thanked us for coming and excused herself to go greet her other guests, and my father said that he was going to do the same. I knew that they wanted to get away from us. Grace decided to mingle, she that the sooner she won the business men over, the sooner we could leave. I went over to the bar to grab a drink, and while sipping on it, I scanned the room. I caught sight of Arianna sitting with Aunt Brie, Amber, and Pearl in deep conversation. I considered going over to greet them but decided to rather leave it for later. I looked around fo

Lyriel freezes halfway to the bed. She sighs, wings drooping slightly. “Draven was born of a god,” she says carefully. “As was his half-brother, Kael. Same mother. Different fathers.” I blink. Half-brother. The word lands strangely. I have never once heard it in Aurenfall’s histories. The Black Serpent Prince is always spoken of as solitary, eternal, monstrous. “Kael?” I ask. “Why is he never mentioned?” Lyriel’s fractured-glass eyes darken.

" The males nodded, helping her to her feet. The tight bodice of her dress pressed in on her, making it difficult to breathe. Yet, she clutched the skirt of her maroon dress, walking between her males as they led her out of the tomb. They took the path that led to Draken's castle. Her body ached with vengeance every step they took. Turning the last curve, they strode into the castle. It was already dark, but Merisbeth being Merisbeth, everywhere was still bustling with life. Khaldrigo helped Denee climb the cobblestone steps that led to the entrance of Draken's building. She beamed briefly at him as the others fell in tow with her. She had already mastered each wing of the castle; hence, she

Especially after they disappeared for hundreds of years. Drake got into his car, but his thoughts drifted back hundreds of years. Altair, the King of the Dark Elves, slaughtered many creatures including humans. Drake still remembers how he was forced to transform into a giant dragon, his true form, to stop the war. But that was not enough to stop Altaïr's well-conceived plan. Even though in the end, Drake and the leader of the other creatures had succeeded in repelling the dark elves, Altaïr was still alive. He disappeared after the war. Alarick once said that he was sure Altair would reappear one day. And if that's true, then the time has come.