Drizzt Catti-brie Novels & Stories

Maybe it was the bond that’s making him crave the warlord. “You can’t be unbounded,” Drater said. His beard was as white as snow, and his eyes were blue. He was blind, and still he looked straight at Erriene as if he could sense his soul. “You used an ancient bond and it worked perfectly. That wouldn't happen if it was not supposed to.” “You don’t want to do it,” Erriene said. “You CAN. You just don’t WANT to.” Drater’s face turned sympathetic, and he turned to Freena. She was the youngest one, and a pure elf, so she did not look more than forty years old despite being twenty years older than that.

Xialn does the same and lets his long hair fall down upon his shoulders. Catarina looks on the face of Butcher and peers her eyes down along the veins of his face. They seem like the color is fading which is a good sign. Xialn notices it to and then takes his armored finger and presses it upon his neck. The sensation of his pulse is latching on the gauntlet’s metal finger. The dark elf feels it as if its vibrating along the course of his armor. Its steady for now. “He is getting better.” Catarina speaks out and that news makes everyone else drop their shoulders out of relief. Togin manages to step back a little and finds a seat on one of the other makeshift beds he lets out a sigh. “Good, he

Looking at the creatures, Kirou was intrigued as he saw their names. NPC Name: Draco Blade NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Warrior NPC Level: 26 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Wing NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Archer NPC Level: 24 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Pine NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Spearman NPC Level: 23 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name:...

Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

Inside, away from the sheets of silvery rain and the monstrous wind, two bodies lay motionless, entwined on the bed. Caitlin was curled up, small and slight, her wine-red hair spilled across the pillow like blood. Zendedari’s much larger frame was curved protectively around her. His arm was firmly locked around her waist, holding her to him. His heart began a rhythm, a strong, steady sound in the silence. He drew air into his lungs to inflate them, to resume their normal function.

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

The stench had reached its limit, and then I saw them. In the close distance to the walls stood Galathor and Zephyr, Dragon King and Queen of the Percaria. Their gazes strayed not away from me as I approached them. I used all the willpower I could muster to calm down my raging beast. And when I reached them, they each brandished a smile of malice. Their royal garments, red like the blood of victims they had slaughtered in the past, sparkled under the moonlight. My soul lit up with growing fire.

, she whispered the last bit with teary eyes, “When I heard the wolves, I knew someone was out there. The wolves do not make so much noise when they come out hunting. No one ever enters the Wolfsden forest at a full moon…” Raisel and Dragomir exchanged a look. “I decided to come out to help whoever required one…”, she trailed off. Dragomir nodded. “What is your name dear?”, Raisel asked, “Forgive my manners” “Crystal” “Beautiful name. I’m Raisel and this is Dragomir, we are…” “Adventurers”, Crystal finished for her. Raisel smiled, “Thank you for your help again” She nodded. “We must get going at once”, Dragomir butt in, “The journey ahead is a long one”

Last time I saw Fenrir, they were royal purple, like molten amethyst under the moonlight. Kassian’s wolf, Fenrir, is a stark contrast to Rowan’s Rune. Fenrir is larger, faster, stronger—an overwhelming force of raw power and ferocity that Rune, with his quieter, more agile presence, could never match. Yet, it isn’t just size or strength that sets them apart. It’s their eyes—those unmistakable marks of their deviance. Fenrir’s were a regal, commanding royal purple, while Rune’s shimmered a softer, almost ethereal lilac. Together, the Draven brothers were known for this rare and legendary trait. No shifter alive could mistake them—their wolves’ eyes were their signature.