Drizzt Do'urden Books Novels & Stories

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

It was a low, rhythmic hum—a thousand voices vibrating in sync with the mountain itself. ​As they stepped into the cavern, the sight took Seraphina’s breath away. Built into the giant crystal pillars were homes, bridges, and gardens of glowing moss. And the people... they weren't just demons, and they weren't just witches. ​She saw children with small, curled horns and glowing blue fingertips. She saw warriors with charcoal-gray skin and eyes like silver coins. ​"The Unseen," Arion whispered, his eyes wide. "The legends were true. The children of the Forbidden Bonds... they didn't all die in the purges."

I didn't notice Tana had left my hand until I saw her fall to her knee, her head lowered. Only then did I raise my head and saw three men sitting on what looked like thrones. The one in the middle had hair as dark as the night, the other two had golden hair and silver hair respectively. I was suddenly shoved from the back and forced into a kneeling position. I snarled furiously and glared at the person who pushed me. It was the man who came with Tana and me. The man with the dark hair was the first one to speak. “Three days ago, you were found in the woods of Thornwood borders by Lord Byron Wesley of the Shadowborn, during a Hollowborn hunt. You were brought to the Dragon Keep, where we disc

I need more juice. "Time to face my karma again." He said to himself while cleaning himself up and the gem. * Cai Kang and Kurai continue reading without much interruption but they read by chapters and compare notes before reading onto the next in silence. The book is the abridged version and around thirteen chapters detailing successful dragon kings although the details are more on the originals.

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

Dracul quietly observed Vlad’s ever increasing evil ways of dealing with his enemies with great interest. It seemed trading his soul to a vympire who’d morphed into a being of darkness somehow connected Vlad to that darkness. When Vlad was thrown into prison after being severely wounded and captured by his enemies, his good friend the count -who was a general in Vlad’s army- traded places with him in hopes of saving Vlad’s life and eventually being rescued by Vlad once Vlad recovered. When Dracul arrived at the dungeon to claim Vlad’s soul and found the general there in his stead, he was furious. He accused the count of conspiring with Vlad to cheat him out of claiming his soul. No ma

She leaned against me while I began to tell her. “As you saw for yourself, my brothers and I are dragon shapeshifters. We boarded our ship and escaped our world. Drakkon has been at war for many years and the weapons the Curonder’s, that is who our enemy is. They last used a weapon that had turned into germ fare. It has made our women sterile and they can no longer bear children. Along with the chemicals from the weapons that went airborne, it is killing off all vegetation. And poisoned the water. The water had all but dried up by now. My brothers and I tried to tell the council that we needed to leave our world and find someplace to start over. But they argue that with women not able to giv

The shuffle of hangers, the low hum of a dusty radio playing soft rock in the background, the occasional exclamation from a customer who’s found a hidden gem. In the back corner, I discover a wooden crate filled with books. My fingers hover over the spines, titles half faded, pages worn. I crouch down and start flipping through them, the paper whispering under my touch. Valerie appears beside me a moment later with a woven basket in one hand and a sequined scarf slung dramatically around her neck. “Any treasure?” she asks, crouching beside me. “Not sure yet,” I murmur, pulling out a leather bound book with a cracked spine. The title is barely legible. Myths of the Forgotten Realms. My breath

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.